The apples were perfect. They were shiny, red and juicy. As the crates piled up Sam bit into one enjoying its flavour.
This was the first year the crop had exceeded expectations. Maybe he’d just been using the wrong kind of fertilizer. Though, if that were the case, he needed to find some for next year.
A police car came up the road and stopped beside him. He offered the policeman an apple and listened to him talk. They were still looking for his wife and it was only a matter of time till they brought her back to him.
oh, that is terrific!!!!!!
Thank you Randy! 🙂
The tension here is palpable!
I kept wondering if I’d done it justice. Your comment makes me heave a sigh of relief!
Wow!!! Nicely done!
thank you 🙂
I’m honoured you put my story on your blog! 🙂
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You are evil. I hope this doesn’t give any of us ideas. I love my wife, I do! But I doubt anyone would miss my boss…
Oh I hope noone ever takes this seriously! Bosses well… they’re a different story 😉
Uh Oh! You should see my husband’s tomato plants!
hmmmm. I hadn’t thought of that but yea I guess so.. 🙂
Yay!! what did I win?
A hug is the best I can do
Happily accepted 🙂