Snack

A bright red apple, cold to the touch, in one hand. In the other a dark grey peeler, its blade reflecting the outdated fluorescent lighting "There's an ant on the chopping board!" he exclaims through a dribbly lisp. Striking down Strips of skin Fall towards the wooden board "Why did your mummy used to peel da apple fow yoo?" "Because I didn't like the peel, just like you." "I love it when you peel my apple, Daddy!" Two small rabbit teeth crunch and leave A happy Juicy Smile A pair of warm brown eyes look up from a bird's nest of hair, with a splash of playpit sand. His love brings a lightness to the world.