Thursday, June 9, 2011

The Wandering Apple

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, they say. But this apple rolled down the hill and left her sisters behind. Her father had called her a Pink Lady, but she knew in her heart that her heritage was strictly Empire. She wanted to go sailing on the aquamarine whale-roads and eat chocolate-filled croissants on rainy days. Staying in the shade of her mother-tree could offer her none of these experiences. So the apple had packed her bags and went away.

Dogs lapped at her shiny skin when she hitched a ride in the back of a dog-catcher's truck. Red-headed children used her as a ball while she waited for a neighborhood bus. An evil queen with a haughty mirror wanted to make her into a gift, but the noble apple refused.

The apple couldn't stay still. The world was too big to stay put. Every cloud, wildflower, and garbage receptacle passed through her head faster than film tape through a projector. Maybe apples were meant to sit under trees because they couldn't hold onto their own memories.

The apple could only carry her one desire with her: to see the world. And since she couldn't remember, the world, to her, remained entirely endless.

Okay, I swear I'm not hungry. Actually, I'm thinking about a tiny, curious memory I've kept with me, even though it happened a few weeks ago. Waiting for my family to gather fruits and veggies for the week, I wandered over to the small section of apples in the grocery store. As if in a trance, I picked some of them up and turned them in my hands so I could read their names.

It seems to me that there are so many types of apples in the world. When I think about it, I'm in awe. And the names can be very beautiful. I like to imagine that each apple has its own name, but I confess I've never asked one. I don't eat them as much as I should.


  1. I feel like the wandering apple! I don't eat them as much as I should either :) xx

  2. @KizzyDoll Awww. Well, I think it's good to be her. Everything is always new :)

    Hahaha, yes, I think we should eat apples more. Hm, but I don't like apple sauce that much. So regular apples but be procured!

  3. This is such a lovely story! Apples have souls, I'm convinced of it. You just don't get the same vibe from other fruits. :P

  4. @not wendy

    Haha, thanks! I agree with you. They just have more personality than any other fruit :D

  5. Aww, this is such a great story! I could could see it being made into a lovely, whimsical little cartoon film. :)

    There are so many apples... I can never remember the names of my favourite ones so I just have to eat what I find in the fridge and hope for the best. ;) I like ones that are crisp and have slight tang. Mmmm, too bad it's not apple season right now... I have a major apple-craving now.

  6. @Melee Thanks! That would be so cool, the cartoon thing. Wow.

    I know, right? It didn't really dawn on my until I had been standing there, gaping at the different types. Yes, crisp apples are the best! I don't have a favorite yet, though, because I feel like I need to try more and see what I like the best. I do really want to eat a pink apple - but those types aren't in just any grocery store. Jeez, that and maracrons, haha.

  7. Oh, this is really very lovely dearest! Such an imagination you have.

    xx and hugs


  8. Oh, Kim, I do love how you create reading via projection film :) I could see you in the store, a tower of apples before you, your pensive face, both awed and wistful. I'm a Gala girl, myself. One a day...
    I have every confidence in you, Kim, that if you can wear milk crowns, you will absolutely find the apple of your eye. :D

  9. you should continue with this story, it sounds like a reworking of a fairy tale or something - who knows where it might lead?