Love Will Follow
An American tale of love and peril
by Bailey Bristol
Published by Prairie Muse Publishing © 2011
Fly to the mountain
Fly to the sun
Fly to the apple grove
One by one
It was only an apple. And it was only an arm’s length away. Take it, and she might lose her job. Leave it, and her little Hannah Marie might die.
Kittie could hardly feel her hands as she labored over a massive pile of freshly-washed bed linens. A cloud of steam hovered above the heavy lumps of laundry, still hot from the boiling tubs. But her fingers would be starting to freeze by the time she got half way through the pile.
At least until then she could plunge her stiffening hands into the heart of the pile for a moment’s warmth. Not too long, though, or the screaming nerves would render her hands immobile.
Her lips trembled and her heart hammered in her chest as she fed the next heavy, wet sheet through the wringer. The apple, nestled in the laundry owner’s lunch pail, seemed to swell larger each time she glanced at it from the corner of her eye. Larger, redder, shinier. And closer.
All she had to do was reach out.