The Apple in Eden’s Garden

She lay there in the glass casket so lovingly created by her seven friends. Her black eyelashes like twin black fans contrasted with her ivory skin.

He rode up and lifted the lid of the casket. The rosy bloom of her cheeks and the ruby red lips belied everything he’d heard. She seemed full of life, and he kissed her. She choked, spat out the poisoned apple, and breathed.

.His joy knew no bounds when he saw her stir. She was truly alive again. For the first time and after a long time, the spell was broken.

He took her home to his castle. The world awaited her, and finally the price was wed with much joy and fanfare.

She took her new role seriously. She produced several heirs, started throwing her weight around. She became bossy, entitled, and insanely jealous when he looked at someone else. She fell out of favor with the mirror that once belonged to the stepmother, and she threw it out because it began to lie to her. She was still the fairest of them all.

Her nagging, ordering, temper tantrums, and critical nature got worse every day. The heirs apparent quavered with fear in her presence. She began to fly off the handle at the slightest reason. The evil stepmom began to look like she was about to win the Mother of the Year award posthumously.

He looked at her and realized something. For the second time and after a long time another spell was broken. Right there and then, he decided to put a stop to this harpy, this termagant, this....shrew. He started his quest to look for the juiciest, mouthwatering, red apple.