Sunday, November 11, 2012

100 Words a Day 97

Her whole life her father bought generic red apples. Consequently, she never liked apples. They weren’t juicy and lacked flavor. Worse, they were mealy and not enjoyable to chew. On a lark she bought an apple from a fruit stand.

She could hardly believe it was an apple. As she chewed it to mush, she tasted the sweet fruit juice. The flavor was intense, but not cloying like artificially sweetened things. It quenched her thirst, instead of making her thirstier as the cheap apples had. The swallowed bite left a light, refreshed feeling in her mouth and a pleasant aftertaste.

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