APPLES! [o]

[usagi]

[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/t6w5yg.jpg][atrb=style,border: 4px solid #3C3D3D;][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,460,true] I finally know what justice means: Deliciously plump, curved in all the right places and colored the fine reddish purple of ripeness, Rome officially had the best apples. If there were ever to be a shortage of any other prevalent food group he would pray to every deity both Egyptian and Roman that the apples were spared. He could seriously live off the lip-smacking goodness of a well-grown apple and desire for nothing else for a long while. Yes Azizi’s fondness for them did border on your atypical religious zealot but come on! How could he not lust after the maroon skinned beauties all nestled together in their cart, highlighted by the mid-afternoon light to enhance their polished coats? Oh how he’d love to have another. Three apples from this very same stall had already been nibbled down to their cores by the bronze skinned youth who could say with certainty that they’d been even more scrumptious then ones of the Grecian agriculture. He rarely made judgments pertaining to the empires he visited but by the breath of Ra any empire that could grow such simple delicacies couldn’t be too horrible a place. But anyway, the apples, oh the wonderful little desserts mocked him in their silence, not at all as innocuous as they appeared as they beckoned him to sample from their cluster once again. His stomach gave a dull, almost hollow note of wanting and the boy passed his lavender eyes from the objects of his obvious desires to the seller of his passion fruit. The gaunt older man reminded him of an unfinished marble column, not for its thickness but for its height and pallor – both of which brought the mesmerizing marble structures to mind. Not to say the merchant had much of a presence to him really. He hunched over and his untrimmed stubble was graying from its original uninteresting brown, dark curls running alongside his face, beaming out at him with knowing eyes. The boy was probably his favorite customer if not one of the few for the day and having frequented it often enough within the past two hours it was to be expected that he watched with calm, expectant eyes for the boy to select more. Of course he went and bought more, three in fact and was padding off with them tucked in the crook of his arm when he bumped into the hard line of someone's back. it defines hurt feelings and broken dreams TEMPLATE BY SURIEN PERSONAL USE ONLY