Title: 155 Words: Forbidden Fruit - Ripe 
Author: JourneyToX 
E-mail:JourneytoX@aol.com 
Rating: PG 
Spoilers: None 
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Summary: 155 Words of spring and little green apples 
Disclaimer: They're not mine. Spring belongs to everyone. 
Eat more apples. 
 
Look, Ma! I wrote MSR!  
 
Can I have a big, sweet, crunchy bite of feedback, please? 
Thanks!
155 Words: Forbidden Fruit - Ripe 
by JourneyToX 
26 March 1999 
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Lariat had no sedans, nor compacts, so sorry, could you 
make do with ... Scully snatched  
the keys. 
 
Spring, green, blue sky and sunshine in a blur. The breeze 
flirted with Scully's hair. Her hands  
were deft on the convertible's  wheel and gearshift. The 
radio played all the right songs. 
 
They drank bottled water. Scully had an apple in her bag. 
Mulder watched her take a bite -  
white teeth and pink lips meeting the green skin of the 
apple. Tomorrow she would have  
freckles across her cheeks. Her eyes were something 
better than the mere word 'blue'  
could ever be. 
 
A traffic slow down. Scully had to downshift. She put 
her apple in her mouth to hold for a  
moment. Mulder laughed. She looked at him, shifted up 
and laughed too, sweet juice and  
a bit of apple on her lip. 
 
It was time. 
 
"Scully, pull over." 
 
"What?" 
 
"Now." 
 
She did. 
 
Mulder tasted apple. And heaven. 
 
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~the end~