I haven't written a short story in years, but somehow, inspiration struck me the other night. This story is dedicated to Baboon Kor Kor, who told me to write a story about Eve.... And hence, a new blog to mark the beginning of a new chapter...the first (and hopefully not the last) instalment of Little Granny's Bedtime Tales...
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Eve's Apple
By Gilainne Sytingco
24.03.2007
From beneath the jagged edges of her flimsy shelter, she stared at the wonders of the silver world outside. The serated corners of the leaves and branches pierced curtaneous shards through the rampaging waterfall. It was almost as if someone wanted her to see it, or that she was meant to see it. She curled herself up a bit, in an effort to provide some warmth to her chilled body.
Most days she rather enjoyed the torrentous rain...Its symphonic melody, rising to unintelligible roars and soaring crescendos...Tendrils of water painting abstract forms in the furious wind...Their undulating forms looking almost like crystallized specks of frozen light. But not today. Today her thoughts were focused on her sole fascination and temptation in the whole world.
The storm became ragged, gradually regressing to thin sheets of smoothness which gave way to the intensity of brilliant spears of solid light. Her silver world became a mass of colours - like jewels previously stowed away in a forbidden treasure chest. But she paid no attention to the beauty surrounding her. Her meditative thoughts were mesmerized by one thing and one thing alone - it.
The aftermath of the previous precipitation had made it even more inviting. Single droplets tumbled over its curvaceous surface, hugging its voluptous form. Its perfect redness contrasted against a backdrop of green-brown, its surface shimmering against the light and water. She swore it was the most beautiful thing she had ever laid eyes on - it was a sight unsurpassed by any other she had ever been witness to, and she longed to caress its dewy surface, to steal a touch upon its silken cheek and hold it in the palm of her hand.
"Oh the wonder of it! Don't you long for it?" strummed a melodious voice. She stared at its beauty a little longer before finally giving in to the temptation of the soft wayward whisper which danced around her...Slithering around her feet, her hips, embracing her entire being. The soft call enticed her and she began to tremble with excitement as she grasped the object of her desire in her hands and brought it to her pale lips.
A rush of cold flowed through her parted lips as Eve bit into the apple. And this chill spread through her skin, severing the desire of her flesh from the awakened consciousness of her mind. Realization of what she had done struck her and fear seeped into her being. "My God, what have I done?" she gasped, as she dropped the object which had shattered her paradise.
And it rolled down a gentle slope, its redness stark against the land...One clean bite firmly etched across its skin, pronouncing doom to all mankind.
