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Wilhelm Tell’s Apple’s Viewpoint on Life

by Terri Whitman © 1-22-05

My start was years ago. From a mere seed, my parents grew to be strong limbed, stout of trunk and with deep roots. Over the years, my siblings and I budded into firm fleshed copies of the originals. The seasonal weather did much to shape me into what I am now.

My fully rounded green shoulders taper down to a tiny bottom where the flower of my beginning resides. As the temperature warmed, it changed the shade of my skin into a delectable red. Oh how proud I was - unblemished and supported by a strong stem, I sweetened.

Gentle winds carried my tantalizing scent. The bees responsible for my existence no longer visited me as often. Now, instead, I frequently felt a warm gentle touch. They never pulled at me, but would turn me a little to see if my reddish glow was dark enough to surround me.

A last, I felt a firm pull with a slight twist of my stem. The pain of separation hurt, but it was brief and my wound quickly sealed. Now I lay among many of my rooted siblings and cousins throughout the forest of wood.

The weather again started to change. Placed in a thin slatted basket, we ended up in a cool dark area that smelled of earth. Over the course of days, many of us were lifted from our resting place. None ever returned.

Finally, it was my turn. Lifted from the basket, my selector placed me into a textured pouch. Upward we went. There was briskness to the air. I could feel it through the material.

Destination unknown, I waited, bouncing occasionally as we traveled over uneven ground. I could feel the verbal vibrations, though I didn’t understand the words.

Bets were placed. They removed me and placed me oh so carefully atop a hairy mound. The mound shook every so often, and then the movement stopped. Fading footsteps told me someone left.

It seemed that time had stopped. Suddenly, I felt as if all eyes were upon me. An eternity passed, or so it seemed, but then it happened. An unexpected projectile pierced my heart. I hit the ground hard, split in two. Now what was to become of me?

Applesauce, of course!

Replies to the story:

Here are some of the replies I received from that writing group. If they ever visit my site again, I want to thank them for their opinions. They really matter to me.

From Karen

This is a fresh piece with a sweet crunchy aftertaste. What a unique perspective!

From Lyn

I really enjoyed reading this. I can honestly say it's one of the most original things I've read for a long time. I can't really fault it!

From Sudha-anand

I like reading such write-ups as they have deeper meaning than what is conveyed. I also like the idea of the apple getting pierced but it doesn’t sound like the death but the transition of the apple from one form to the other. Isn’t that what life is also about. It is simple, lucid and crisp. Kudos.

From Soapy777 aka Steven

Terri, I really enjoyed your piece. It's so difficult, I think, to write about something inanimate and give it human traits without it coming off as something for children, although your piece would certainly entertain children as well as adults. Very clever! Steven (soapy777)

If anyone else would like to let me know your views on this small story, I'd like to hear from you and am willing to post it here giving you credit for it. Remember, ALL writers can learn something from their readers and I'm open to your constructive suggestions and advice. You can send your replies to tw1151@comcast.net