A great post from Acerbia

Eden

"Tempted?"

She held the apple out to me like an emerald, pinioned between her thumb and middle finger, resting it on the cusp of her hand and the curl of her index finger. The slick green surface was speckled with tiny white spots and I could see a distorted hazy reflection of myself in the polished skin. She twisted her hand like she was unscrewing an upturned bottle and my reflection seemed to skew and dance.

[link found at Uborka]