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Title: 155 Words: Forbidden Fruit - Ripe
Author: JourneyToX
E-mail:JourneytoX@aol.com
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Archive: you can archive this at 155
Words or Ephemeral or Goss or wherever
Summary: 155 Words of spring and little
green apples
Disclaimer: They're not mine. Spring
belongs to everyone. Eat more apples.
Look, Ma! I wrote MSR!
Can I have a big, sweet, crunchy bite of feedback,
please? Thanks!
155 Words: Forbidden Fruit - Ripe
by JourneyToX
26 March 1999
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Lariat had no sedans, nor compacts, so sorry, could you
make do with ... Scully snatched
the keys.
Spring, green, blue sky and sunshine in a blur. The
breeze flirted with Scully's hair. Her hands
were deft on the convertible's wheel and gearshift.
The radio played all the right songs.
They drank bottled water. Scully had an apple in her bag.
Mulder watched her take a bite -
white teeth and pink lips meeting the green skin of the
apple. Tomorrow she would have
freckles across her cheeks. Her eyes were something
better than the mere word 'blue'
could ever be.
A traffic slow down. Scully had to downshift. She put her
apple in her mouth to hold for a
moment. Mulder laughed. She looked at him, shifted up and
laughed too, sweet juice and
a bit of apple on her lip.
It was time.
"Scully, pull over."
"What?"
"Now."
She did.
Mulder tasted apple. And heaven.
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~the end~
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