Literature
...in the Absence of Apples.
Trees didn't talk.
Glitch was fairly certain about this, even though something in the deeper recesses of his mind whispered in a frail and ghostly voice about branches that moved when there was no breeze, and a place he had once been to, where the apple trees would hurl windfalls if provoked into a state of indignation. No apples here, though. No apples anywhere, even though he wanted one so much that he could taste it - the first sharp-sour bite that flooded the tongue with juice - he swallowed, imagining his hand closed around the apple's glossy skin and the tart, fresh scent of it on the air.
He gave a wistful sigh as his hand encountere