Macintosh was dreary, walking through grove after grove.
Attempting to find one such as himself, with the same gloom overhead.
Finally, he came to rest in the boughs of a tree where the sweetest scent filled his lungs with life.
He peered above, expecting loveliness abound,
but only a half-rotted peach was dangling precariously above.
"What is this?" asked he, so fully surprised. "Such a sweet scent from one so..." He paused, not wanting to offend.
"You may say it," said Peach miserably. "One so ugly as I. But I used to be beautiful, really very pretty! It was my meloncholy that made me shrivel."
Upon this, Macintosh leaped to her bough and cradled her sweetly, sighing; "I've been looking for someone as miserable as I, come and be mine."
She lay her trust with him and he pluched her from the branch. They lived in a mild happiness the rest of their days.
Author notes
I'm terribley sorry it turned into a... well a strange bit of prose. It's fine if you disqualify me, but that's just what came to mind.
In case I need to state it here; option, Macintosh and Peach
A contest entry
- Yankee Candle Scents and Wreaths by ea.
600 points, ended October 23, 2008, 12 entries
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Comments
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Great stuff!!!
Fun & endearing with a great narrative throughout...
Loved the surrealism & personification that made for a compelling write & made me smile...
Well penned, well versed, well done!!! -
"a mild happiness". That's a great way of putting it. I believe I've met human couples like that.
Loved your write.
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This is so romantic and a surprising take on this prompt of Mac and Peach - I like how you personified them and gave them a sweet autumnal love.
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