Holy Apostles Soup Kitchen

Appeal

In Prose, Uncategorized on August 4, 2014 at 10:00 am

apples[1]At the grocery, the colorful apples wink at me, smile at me and send their cacophony of perfumed scents directly and breezily sailing toward me, transporting like cologne on the breeze like air-conditioning in the closed space.

Apples, red, green and yellow, tinged with hues of pink and slightly freckled — Asia, Washington, Granny Smiths, succulent in color and ready to devour.

-Annette Coxall

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: