She stood on her toes, beneath the canopy, reaching up for an apple. The stormy sea of desire to peel off its crimson, dew studded skin grew with every moment.
Her eyes were glued on it. the morning breeze sweeped through her bare feet. the long braided hair bristled against her waist. Meera switched off the television, peeling off from her trance. she strolled across the dining hall and a wry smile spread across her lips when she saw her son throwing away a half-bitten apple
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