Just One Bite

There it was, just sitting on my desk, staring at me. It wanted to make me feel guilty, I knew that. It wanted to torture me. It knew what I had done, or not done as the case may be. Its existence was intended for practical purposes, probably just to help out a good-natured elementary school teacher, yet it threatened me to do something that I knew I had no time to do, and for that reason, I must break it down…make it weak.

“WHY ARE YOU HERE, MR. APPLE?!?!?!” I screamed at it.

I knew that my anger would take it off guard. It was expecting love and devotion. It wanted me to use it, to sit its smooth, cool body on top of some papers and let it stare at me with affection, but I was too damn hungry to let that apple stay. And what’s worse is that even if I had given in to its seduction, my appetite would not have been satisfied. For this apple, sadly, was not a red-glistening Fuji or a tart, lime-green Granny Smith. It was orange. It was orange and translucent. It was gross. Yet, it made my mouth salivate. The evil queen was offering this amber apple to me, but I would be smarter than Snow White. Because I know that amber does not taste good. Amber is fossilized tree resin, and no matter how beautiful its shape, I would resist. Although, it would be far easier if I had not skipped breakfast this morning.