The following is written having been inspired by the weekly flash fiction challenge hosted by carrot ranch which can be found here.

Poison apple

The apple rolled out of her hands as she fell. The flesh instantly started to darken, and the smell of decay became apparent. A slight movement from the bitten part revealed maggots crawling within.

The writer put down her pen and sighed. It was also very cliché and had been done before on numerous occasions. She needed something new to write about a poisoned apple. There must be something out there.

Then again, sometimes the clichéd worked and this could well be one of those.

Everybody could visualise the instant rotting apple. So, she decided It stayed.