The Apple Tree

As she was walking down the hill and up the steps of an abandoned house’s front porch, she looks left and right. Feeling chills running down her back she touches the door handle. The freezing cold brass handle cuts her delicate finger but she doesn’t notice even after she steps inside the house and closed the door behind her. Heading towards the kitchen she smells something delicious and sweet. Creaking her way into the house she peers around the corner, she sees a tree. A full grown thousand year old apple tree was growing in the middle of this kitchen. Looking up she see’s no roof, but no sky neither. She starts to think about how she ventured into this house. She then remembers of the smell of this sweet and charming aroma. Looking up at the tree she finds a lonely apple. After pondering for a moment, she decides to climb up this tree. Her blood touches the tree and it soaks into the bark of the tree trunk. The girl reaches the apple and stretches her arm to pull it off the branch that it was on in the tree. She pulls the apple off the branch but as she does, she loses grip and hurtles towards the wooden floors of the kitchen but ends up gently floating like a feather and touches the ground so softly that she didn’t even make a sound. The apple is somehow in her hand, undamaged. She looks at the apple and smells it. Never has she smelled an apple so sweet and so ripe. This is the smell that was flying in the breeze that she was so lucky to have encountered as she was walking home. She took a long hard breathe in. Then she takes a bite of the sweet apple. She then spits out the apple parts that she had in her mouth as soon as it touched her lip. Blood. That’s what it tasted like. Such a smell and yet all she got was the taste of blood. Regretting that she had even taken the time to go to the tree and climb all the way up, she wants to chop the tree down. Running out the way she came in through she saw an axe behind the bush by the front porch. She grabs it and examines the rusty iron blade. She returns to the tree and again looks up. She again saw that the apple that she had picked moments ago reappeared in full form in the same spot. Angrily she starts to slice the tree at the lower trunk. The more she hacked at the tree, the more she started to get dizzy. She didn’t give up though. She was determined to destroy the tree. Halfway through cutting down the tree she felt as though she was about to faint. She would not stop. She continued to use every last strength that she had within her to cut through the tree. As she was nearing the end she started to lose vision and she started to sway back and forth. Then when this thousand year apple tree tumbled over and fell to the ground of this kitchen floor, so did the girl.