In the shade of the apple tree
In the shade of the apple tree S amuel was eating an apple. He had picked it himself with his old gnarled hands, stretching as high as he could for one of the last apples on the tree. He sat down to enjoy the crisp juicy mouthfuls as the sun slowly appeared on the eastern horizon. At this fresh start of the day he somehow was able to fill his belly with a little bit of hope. As the heat of the day set in and time dragged on in its ever-increasing monotonous hopelessness, he forgot his hunger –... Sign in to see full entry.