It's just as well I've brought a second mesh bag of new PC games to feed you. Over the weekend I banished all thought of rocks, paper or shotguns and volunteered to pick apples at a local orchard.
Over the weekend I banished all thought of rocks, paper or shotguns and volunteered to pick apples at a local orchard.
As we blundered around with poles and hard hats, we trampled on dozens of fallen, rotting apples, spicing the air with a sickly pungence.
It was then that I saw it: the juiciest apple of all, dangling almost within grabbing distance in a peculiar depth of shade, beneath a tree of somehow abyssal provenance.
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Over the weekend I banished all thought of rocks, paper or shotguns and volunteered to pick apples at a local orchard. As we blundered around with poles and hard hats, we trampled on dozens of fallen, rotting apples, spicing the air with a sickly pungence. It was then that I saw it: the juiciest apple of all, dangling almost within grabbing distance in a peculiar depth of shade, beneath a tree of somehow abyssal provenance.
its leaves salt-rimed and its roots akin to sunken steel anchors. I reached and the apple danced back a metre, becoming luminous. By its light, I perceived the slow parting of enormous crystal fangs.
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