The Apple

It was a dream I had: falling off the side of a mountain and waking to find that I’d fallen out of bed; it was the wind tearing through the weeping orchards of Eden, the creaking, the swaying of branches, the gust that snapped the twig, Newton’s red-death that exploded the anthill, the crater where beds were once filled with sleeping aphids; it was the force that kept me standing when I read the headlines—“Nine Small Children Killed in Drone Strike”; it was the bump on the head that showed me; it was the truth, the gravity of hate.

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About evinhughes

I am a graduate of Georgia Southern University located in Statesboro Georgia. I have a bachelors degree in Information Technology and a bachelors in Writing and Linguistics.
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