RIP Story: Sept 29th, 2024

The timer has started, and I have nothing for this image. This is too artistic looking to be a story about apple pie or juice. The avenue of apples being poisonous has been done. Though, looking at this image I can see why using apples as a poison delivery system is so popular. How threatening does this fruit look?

The zoom of this image almost restricts entry from the rest of the world. I wrote a story about a car steering wheel because there are places that wheel can take you. The apple grows on a tree. There is no innate movement to the subject. Maybe the story is about a bird that eats a seed, but the flower makes this image about the tree itself. Maybe there is a story in this tree being in the courtyard of a palace, or a small village. Place the immovable in a place where the movement happens. There is something about the unassuming items and what it witnesses.

Found it! The story starts with a family, displaced by some event. They find a new home and the last items of food they have is an apple. They plant the seeds. Time passes and the tree eventually fruits and the seeds of those trees spread over the land.

Back up for a second. The story event is a warlord who has displaced the people. The refugees who planted and propagated the fruit of this tree survived and they are now rebuilding their existence. The warlord builds his empire and at some point, maybe one of his children or grandchildren who kept up the family business of warlording are offered an apple tree as a gift. The tree is from the seeds of that one last apple a generation before.

The tree grows in the palace walls. Eventually, one of the ancestors of the refugees uses the fruit of the gifted tree as a tool, look where we ended up, to kill the warlord and their supporters in the palace walls. I like the idea, I don’t like the ending, because cliche. Anyway, the bones are there. I really like the symbolism of the growth of a tree that makes its way back to the palace of those who displaced others.

Maybe the tree can act as a Trojan Horse and a special caretaker of these special fruiting trees will spy behind the palace walls. The story is there, my time is up.

Thanks for reading, see you tomorrow.

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