What craziness is this?, my father bellowed as he held up the golden apple.
"It's a magical apple to help me find my true love."
You can't seriously believe that?, he groaned while holding the shiny apple like it was a diseased rotting piece of fruit one would toss straight into the trash bin.
It really was a magical apple or so the kindly old woman had said when I purchased it, but I dare not mention her to my father. I knew the look I would get. Dusty old second hand shops with old woman weren't the kind of places my father cared to visit and I'm positive he wouldn't want any son of his hanging out in such places either.
Always the skeptic my father, especially when it came to matters of the heart. I was 5 when my mother walked out on us. She had left with the clothes on her back and nothing else. One day I had a mom, the next nothing.
The old woman had assured me this was the magic I required for my search. It's not like I had traded a cow for some beans or followed a talking rabbit down a dark dank hole in the ground. I wasn't sitting around rubbing old dusty lamps in my spare time.
More later......
Good hook at the beginning! I actually read the whole thing, which is unusual for me and stories in general.
ReplyDeleteI'd be happy for a golden apple though...Or a magic apple...But a Magic Golden Apple!...Well!
Just something I wrote up a few weeks ago. I'm going to be doing more if I can. I figure why not test it out on my poor readers...I mean with the exception of reading my blog, for the most part they are pretty smart people. :)
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