apples

small bit from a larger story (term used loosely)



Ri finds a small grocery store where he can see piles of apples through the window. When he opens the door, a small brass bell clangs weakly against the glass. Hot air clings to them, follows them into the store. It dissipates slowly, only reluctantlly fading from their limbs, giving way to goosebumps on their cooling skin. Two small fans clack metallically over the low hiss of air-conditioning.