Only one bite. Then, the morals fled away.

After a mere bite, she slept without dreaming, lived without breathing, and sinned without grieving. Just like the mythical Eve, she tasted something that looked sweet from afar but turned bitter once digested by the soul. The serpent in this case – the reason she was tempted, at least in her mind – was her husband. He had been the cause of this. It was all his fault.

After a few months of constant criticism, joyless celibacy, and a bad habit with the bottle, her husband had finally given her the temptation that she had actually possessed all along. The temptation to chase another.

She didn’t remember much of the first night, other than the fact that she was filled with intense desire. At least until the alcohol took effect. Then, it was more about the death of brain cells than anything else.

After she awakened in his apartment, she found a plate of eggs on the nightstand with a note beside it.

“Had to go to work. Enjoy your breakfast, beautiful.”

How could she have been so stupid? Hooking up and spending the night with a total stranger from a bar?

Still…the man seemed to care about her. He was sweet, much sweeter than a regular one nighter would have been.

It took her a while to register the facts, but she eventually realized that this was going to be a continuous thing.

There was no guilt yet. That would come later, along with the debauchery.

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Comments
  1. Aquileana says:

    Interesting and intriguing… I loved the open ending and the symbolism of the apple….
    `After a mere bite, she slept without dreaming, lived without breathing, and sinned without grieving´… Just a mere bite, as you say… I can´t avoid thinking of the golden apple, aka the apple of discord in Greek mythology as well. I am not so sure if you have read about it as I posted it a long time ago. Here is a link https://goo.gl/Hl04GP … sending love and best wishes, Aquileana 🙂

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  2. Cool story. I like the moral and emotional tangle. 🙂

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