Yet another awesome picture prompt for Friday Fictioneers from Rochelle Wisoff!
A Coward’s Apple
They marched him down along the market square, dirty feet leaving footprints of blood and dust behind him. He didn’t look up, didn’t acknowledge the jeers and shouts from the gathered merchants. Some dug into their carts for the oldest fruit or vegetable, the ones that wouldn’t sell, and lobbed them at the man. They were careful not to hit the guards in their pristine white armor—they didn’t want to join the thief, after all.
Ashamed, I could only hide and watch as my father was led away, and clutch the thing he’d shoved into my hands—an apple.
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