Although Nessa had come to turns with her mothers death, there was still those days when it came flooding back. Her mums birthday, the day she died and for some reason the anniversary of their apple picking. For some reason, when she got up in the morning, looking at her calendar and saw that day, she just couldn't stay at home. She didn't speak to anyone. Today she had just got dressed, pulling on a white tank top and some denim shorts. She had reached on top of her wardrobe, pulling down a basket. Walking out of her room she made her way straight to the front door, slipping on some flip flops. Pulling the door open and shutting it quietly behind her. Her family knew not to bother her, it was just part of her grief. Her life now.
She sat on a tree trunk, knees bent and slightly parted. Between them rested a white wicker basket, with a fabric base. Years ago it would have been filled with the brim with apples, but this time, there was only one. One lonely apple, sitting there on it's own. Alone. Just like her.
"Nessa dear, come help me try and get this one." Her mother called to her, Nessa looked up to an overhead branch. A single juicy apple dangling over,
"Seriously mum, that's so high!" She replied in disbelief,
"Oh but look how plump it is, I just know it's going to be a yummy addition to my apple pie." Nessa watched as her mum proceeded to hop underneath it, swiping at the apple that was clearly out of reach. It was so frantic, her mother looked ridiculous, flailing about frantically. Nessa rolled back giggling, it was just so comical. As her mum lost her footing and fell on her butt, Nessa lost it. Rolling to the ground, holding her sides as she laughed.
The memories flickered through her mind, as she stared into space, a single tear dripping down her cheek.
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