Apple Kiss.

Kriti Shah sat down at the cafe and whispered some bizarre words to herself. She gazed thorough the plaza, searching for some girl, for a little flower under the sun. Her blackest eyes wondered across the dew covered grass and all the little spring flowers. Her eyes stopped right on top of a Daisy. She was all wet with dew and her fragile petals were trembling in the spring air. It looked as if the wind was about to begin to play “she loves me, she loves me not” with her. But the Daisy did indeed love him, so she decided to play with him for a while, but never she gave him a petal. They shared them both, they caressed each other with the joy of a new sun.

Kriti laughed at the sweetness of the situation and sighed deeply as the flower and the wind danced their love away. She took the violet that was entwined in her hair and looked into it, hoping to find something new, something like amber or honey dew in her. But all she found was herself. And in the soft glow of her eyes, she saw her love. So she rested her head on her shoulder and dreamed of a world were the sun followed the sunflowers and apples were so sweet and red and beautiful. 

But the world was too bright and beautiful to dream the day away, so she stood up and took an apple in her hand. She gave it a bite and moaned to the sweet flavor of such kiss. 

- Dark Shadow!