T he walk from here to there would take two days but will last forever. Grab the red apple from the poison is the goal. The walk was clear at first. Tulips and dandelions littered the area, a nice breeze trickling through, and the sun was shining as bright as ever. I took the first step confidently and the ground tried to drown me. My boots had floaties in them and kept me afloat. I continued walking, sometimes stumbling, until I realized the ground was whispering to my boots. The floaties started deflating and I was sinking faster and faster. But the apple was getting closer and closer, an arm’s distance away. I reached out and the apple rolled away, further than it has ever gone. The sun shone on it like a spotlight. The birds and flowers continued on as if nothing happened. As if I did not tip over the poison. It burned my skin, left it a sickly yellow covered with boils. I was stuck. Stuck to a forever sinking ground with boots that could help but did not want to. It was unfair. Especially when the boots worked for other people and the ground only shook.
Do you want an apple? By Rayelle Cato
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