After the Apple’s Blossom


“Look,” Terrence said to his mother, “A story in grandpa’s handwriting!”

“Oh, my!” she responded as Terrence sat down at the nearby desk and started reading, while his mother continued to organize boxes filled with her dead father’s things.

It was a story about a husband murdering his wife because she was too nice, then burying her in their garden beneath the apple tree. He loved to give apples from the tree to his grandson, enjoying the thought that the child was eating his grandmother.

Terrence looked out the window at the tree full of apples and suddenly felt ill.

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