As rotten apples have been known to do from time to time, this apple had developed quite a large brown spot just under its skin. Although this may be likely to cause one to toss the apple away, Todd savored the sour taste and kept biting his way right to the core. Like one of those old-fashioned horoscopes wrapped in a tightly wound, thin paper, right at the heart of the apple was a note. Todd’s heart began to thump, in anticipation of who wrote the note and what it said.
Before he had unrolled and laid out the fluorescent yellow paper, Todd had quite a hunch who the message had come from. As he unrolled and laid flat the piece of paper he had found, the message was all too familiar. Instead of wading slowly into the shallow end, he had plowed directly into the deep end of his relationship with Cliff. He was past the point of no return.
“A rose that’s red has past it’s prime,” the letter read. “In words of color, the message speaks loud and clear. A flash of hope is all you’ll need, to free yourself and let opportunity take hold. Have your druthers and wits attached when we meet tomorrow. A journey long becomes fortuitous. Now destroy this message or I’ll have your head!”
Hidden between the strange words of text was a meaning he was not yet able to grasp. Fortunately for Todd, he had a nearly eidetic memory, so he quickly imprinted the text somewhere neatly in his frontal lobe and went about destroying the paper by swallowing it down in one gulp. A sharp edge caught the side of his throat on the way down and sent the raw taste of blood across his taste buds.
To be continued…