It’s been a while since I had time for the 100 word challenge, but here’s my entry for this week.
As the apple fell from her hands, she clutched her throat, gasping for breath. She had been tricked – poisoned. The ground rose towards her and she fell to meet it, gratefully cooling her fevered brow on the dewy grass.
The birdsong, before so sweet to her ears, was now a dreadful cacophony. She pressed her hands to her ears, moaning in pain. Sleep came for her and she welcomed it.
She woke. Hours later – or was it days? The fever was gone and everything was so much clearer now. She knew.
All was not as it seemed in this garden. She must warn Adam.