An apple a day keeps the doctor away, someone said.
Rhia decided it really would this time. She’d had enough of doctors and nurses.
It was exhausting to have her home turned into a nursing home, with doctors and nurses buzzing in and out of the apartment. It wasn’t even the clinical smell of sanitizers and disinfectants, which was still tolerable, but the unpleasant smell of sickness and foul-smelling medicines.
An apple would be the best choice, she decided. It was the lull right after lunch and before evening tea – the perfect time to put her plan into action without the knowledge of her righteous husband.
But hadn’t the wicked queen used the apple to put Snow White to sleep? Was she the wicked queen? Who’d be Snow White, then?
‘Papa, some apple?’ She stirred the old man awake.
‘Hmm…?’ He flickered his eyes open.
‘Apple. See, I’ve softened it for you.’
She spooned the syrupy mash into his mouth, feeding him till he had finished it all, then helped him lay back down.
An apple today would keep the doctor away tomorrow.