"I suppose you'll be leaving me now," he said.
A half-eaten red apple she'd cut down earlier lay by the lush green grass.
That same grass into which he'd taken her to cool off from the midday heat.
What a liar he was.
No fig leaf could begin to cover her shame.
"Kind of. But a part of you'll always be with me, you snake" she hissed, as her blade glinted once in the sun above his slithering form.
(image source: Aikanokaori Delciious Apple by Billyfam )
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