...except one lone apple. This apple had been sitting in the kitchen for a week, but no one wanted it because it was bruised. After a week of being handled, it was dull and had mushy spots... but there was nothing else, so I snatched it up, scrubbed it well, and scurried back to my desk with it clutched between my hands.
It's only 10:30, and the apple is long gone.
I wish it was still around so that I could eat it a second time.
I loved that little apple.