muse:apples in the office.

this is just a random piece that came to me while listening to one of my coworkers eat an apple at his desk.

“i come from the same place as those apples,” jerry says timidly, twisting his shoe into the tile floor. his coworker looks disinterestedly at him over his cubicle walls. 

“you mean you’re from a tree?”

jerry pouts.

“no, I mean I’m from the state where the apples are grown!”

his coworker continues chomping away.

“I’m from washington state, mark.”

“cool.”

mark finishes the apple, and then tosses it in the trash can. It lands with a thump and fills the office with the slight aroma of a finished fuji apple.