He is an intriguing apple. Not much to look at, after all he is only an apple, but there is something about the way he is shaped. He is irregular, and not because he has fallen to the ground.

She is a brave and curious worm, so she touches him. His skin is surprisingly thick. Attacking it does not penetrate, it merely bruises. The best way, perhaps the only way, is to press with persistence. Strong, steady, slow. She discovers this, perhaps accident perhaps fate, and is soon inside of him. It is surprisingly easy for one so thick skinned.

But just as his skin is extra thick his meat is extra sweet. It is soft where he has been bruised. She travels through him slowly, savoring, a strange spheric spiral ever towards his center. Towards his core.

As she travels through him he tastes her. She is good and of the earth but it is tasting his own juices on her that he likes best.

It is not long before she reaches the core. She has taken her time, savored most of his sweetmeat, but there isn't that much to him. He is after all, only an apple.

His skin was thick but the husks hiding his seeds are thicker. They cannot be penetrated, they must be pried off. It is hard work, but she does it willingly.

Of course everyone knows that apple seeds have arsenic in them.

"Your insides are bitter," she says. And she dies.

The apple, lonely and hollow, rots.