your father handed us each an apricot.
his voice was as grizzled as his hair,but he still managed to sneak a sly smirk on his face.
the sun was setting, and often would glint across your verdant eyes. you emitted your view to the fruit itself, inspecting it before each bite.
your brother had already almost eaten the damn thing.
"these aren’t particularly special" mumbled your father, his glasses almost falling off as he looked through the rest of them.
as I was still finishing mine I could only think of how lovely the sunset was, radiating a precise essence to the evening, and illuminating your face with a certain golden brilliance. sunshine had never been so phosphorescent.
allure me in. easy come easy go.