A man was once in love with an apple (she was a Pink Lady). He cherished the gleaming curve of her rosy skin, and the soft succulence of her tender hidden flesh. They lived a blissful life together, the man and the apple, until it happened. One day, the man looked at his beloved, and felt the stirrings of a new hunger in the pit of his abdomen. He craved the taste of her, longed to feel his teeth sink into her. So he ate her. He crunched and gobbled and then licked his dripping fingers with regret, but relish.
He mourned his darling love, the loss of her rounded shape and the beauty she had brought into his life. Then a week later, he was in the produce section, and a certain Golden Delicious caught his eye —
all the in between 
This. Is. Brilliant. It’s like a Brothers Grim fairytale with a twist.
Thanks!
I love this! The only thing I might change would be to omit the parenthetic statement. The first sentence could read,”A man was once in love with a Pink Lady”. That would give more empahsis to the final line when the reader makes the apple connection. Just my thoughts, I certainly don’t mean to be a bother. Great piece. Dave
Thank you! That makes sense, I probably overabuse parentheses. I’m glad you liked it.
Now draw a hand and apple background and send it my way. ;) Seriously, I really like this if the word ‘apple’ is never mentioned. It is unique and humorous. Dave
Oh you!! :-)
I found your blog through Postcard Poems and Prose. I’ve been enjoying your writing.
Thank you, I’m so glad you like it!
This story is astonishing. I like the eerie implied end.
Ha, thanks. I wrote it a while ago, but it was definitely fun to write in a slightly-creepy-but-tasty way.