Apr 19 22
It was the fourth time. We placed the green apple on the same spot of the counter. And again it slid to the opposite side. It didn’t roll, it slid. We tried it with a cup, nothing. A pen, nothing. Only the apple worked. The fifth time we placed our hand in its path, to see if we could stop the odd trajectory — there was gentle pressure. We tried pushing it in the opposite direction, but it was immovable. After holding it in place for a bit a bodiless whisper landed in our right ear: “stop.” Stunned, we fell backwards onto the kitchen floor.
The apple finished its slow deliberate glide across the counter.
With our palms and feet we pushed ourselves back into the corner of the lower cabinetry. We sat this way disturbed for sometime; our right hand occasionally touching our right ear — the area we heard the voice and thought we felt breath.
From this part of the kitchen we had a clear view down the hallway and right through the mesh of the screen door. In the field across the road the neighbor’s children were playing catch with a small green ball. We watched them happily arc the object back and forth, until they were eventually enveloped by the spring dusk.
The apple finished its slow deliberate glide across the counter.
With our palms and feet we pushed ourselves back into the corner of the lower cabinetry. We sat this way disturbed for sometime; our right hand occasionally touching our right ear — the area we heard the voice and thought we felt breath.
From this part of the kitchen we had a clear view down the hallway and right through the mesh of the screen door. In the field across the road the neighbor’s children were playing catch with a small green ball. We watched them happily arc the object back and forth, until they were eventually enveloped by the spring dusk.