Women in Boots
The First Apple of Fall. Written By: Cole Ertman
Yesterday there was a tree outside my window. The tree was big and tall with branches that grew against the window. I would go outside and cut them with pliers that I stole from the tool rack. Now the tree is blossoming and for the first time ever apples have began growing on the branches. The apples are red and look to be juicy and ripe. When I open my window and pull the screen off I can touch the tree’s leaves. I can’t reach the apples so I lean out of the window, I slip half my body through the open section then pull off a move that puts me outside. I reach with one hand on the house out to the nearest apple, I can just grab it. I bring myself back through the window into my room. I am proud of the apple.
Washing the apple in the sink it shines at me. I walk into the kitchen and pull the cabinet open and take out a plate. I cut the apple into wedges and then go get the jar of honey. I pour it all over the apple and it glowed.
It was juicy and sweet when I took a bite. The apple was better than any I had ever tasted. It was so fresh I decided that I would need to pick more and concluded that I would need a ladder to get more. Fore the time being the apple was the perfect food.
I rose after eating and filled with a desire for another apple. I went to the front door and opened it. I walked to the area below my window. Looking at the tree I saw that there would be many apples. They looked red and I could reach one with my hands. I pulled it off and shoved it onto my teeth. The juice filled up in my mouth and tasted clean. The apple was better then the first. This one was ripe too. I ate it down to the pits.
I got a bag from inside the kitchen. I went outside to pick the other ripe looking apples from the branches. It smelled like summer outside and this tree was green and beautiful. I went back inside and put the bag in the refrigerator. I walked into my backyard, I took the pits from the apple and scattered them on the grass.
The End.