These Apples
The other day I’m walking into my trailer at work when I notice a green apple at the bottom of the exit ramp. ‘Where did that come from?’ I wonder. The closest thing to a fruit-bearing tree we have on the entire site is the hazelnut tree directly behind the trailer. I shrug it off and continue with my day.
The next day I’m headed in again and I notice a second apple about a meter away from the first. I look around to see where it could possibly have come from to no avail.
On the next day there are no new apples by the exit, just the original two. There is however a third new apple by the entrance. Questioning my sanity I try to forget the whole thing.
That same day I was coming back from lunch at something other than my usual time when I noticed a group of young children playing on our site. This in itself was nothing unusual however two kids in particular caught my eye: they had green apples.
I guess Granny Smith was not to their liking.
The thing is, the playground is a good 200 meters at least from my trailer. One of these kids has a future career in sports, assuming he ever eats his fruit.
