It was the last apple in the bowl, no doubt because of that unsettling little blemish up near its stem. Most likely, it had been nicked by a piece of hail during its youth back in the orchard, but who could say for certain that a worm hadn’t given it a nibble? Being an apple, the apple obviously didn’t remember; all it knew was the right now, and right now it was sitting alone in this ceramic bowl on this butcherblock countertop where it was probably just going to end up rotting. But wait – what was this? A shadow? A warm hand? A slavering maw?
The last thing the apple thought as the teeth cracked its skin and dug into its still fresh flesh was: Oh God, it hurts! Please stop! Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo…
In recent months, Eli S. Evans has published work in several now or or probably soon-to-be defunct literary magazines. A small book of small stories, Obscure & Irregular, was published in 2021 with Moon Rabbit Books and Ephemera, and can be purchased on the internet. A larger book of mostly even smaller stories will be published by the same in 2023.
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