Bleeding Apple (sample)

HER eyes were round; A sparkling brown like caramel coated diamonds. The corners of her smile nearly touched her ears; her teeth angelic white. Something so beautiful was unnatural. Similar to staring into the sun; I couldn't hold my gaze for long, but I was always aware of her glory. A wiser man would've held his peace, but my desire to hear her voice overrode my intelligence. I imagined her vocal chords; the strings of a harp, playing a beautiful melody, leading me to my demise. Despite the sirens in my head, I had to speak. "What a beautiful day" I said. She turned to face me; eyes penetrating my soul. I could only assume that she was sent to judge me. "Pleasant" she said, "Although the weather is much better back home" "Where's home?" | asked, eager to keep her talking. "Oh..." She began, her smile disappearing, "far, far away" Instantly I became sick, her pain radiating, infecting my bones. I needed to know what could possibly make a divine creatures heart ache. "My name is Michael" I said, offering my hand in greeting. A cunning ploy to feel the touch of her skin. She regained her composure, smiling yet again; her lips painted a vivid red, like a bleeding apple. When she placed her hand in mine, I could feel the energy resonating from her as if her aura was tangible. "A pleasure" She said. To my dismay, her smile vanished, as if I had somehow offended her. She raised her head to the Heavens. "What are names" she said, "everything here is temporary." She stared at me with sympathetic eyes. "You must begin to heal, and accept what you cannot change. One day we will meet again." She placed her hands on either side of my face, lifting her heels to kiss me. I closed my eyes, savoring the moment which seemed all too familiar. When I opened my eyes she was gone, but the taste of her lingered in my mouth. I became painfully aware of my surroundings: everything was gray-washed; trash littered the streets, the dilapidated housing. I stood directly outside of my supplier's house, unshaven, sick; yet suddenly I had no desire for the poison anymore. The sun hid behind the clouds and a powerful gust of wind blew, nearly pushing me forward. Goosebumps decorated my flesh. I decided to go home. In the half hour it took to walk to my apartment, I couldn't stop thinking about the woman I met. How odd the experience; maybe I Imagined it all. I reached the stoop and decided on smoking a cigarette as I studied the abandoned car sitting ominously outside my building. I was terrified of actually driving it.

This sample is from a short story , unreleased.