The Apple Of His Eye

Note:  This is a light-hearted parody of the Judeo-Christian creation tradition.

Adam paced back and forth in the Garden.  He was a nervous wreck.  Daddy had promised him a playmate; someone like himself, yet different.

His half-brothers Michael, Gabriel, and Raphael didn’t like to play with Adam, and were frankly mean to him.  When Daddy was away, they would play tricks on him, tease him, call him a Daddy’s Boy.  But Lucifer, the eldest, always stuck up for Adam.  He always took Adam to the best parts of the Garden, told him the names of all the trees and animals.  He even told Adam that Daddy lied about having a Mommy.  Lucifer pointed to Adams belly button and said that’s proof you have a Mommy.  She’s out there, Lucifer whispered, if only he would look hard enough.

Adam looked down at his side and saw the wound where Daddy had taken a rib was healing up.  By tomorrow there wouldn’t even be a scar.  Daddy promised.  But what about Mommy?

Adam jumped when he saw Daddy come back through the pearl encrusted gates.  He was holding the hand of an exquisite creature.  Even the four older boys, who were lurking about the Garden, came forward; drawn by a being they had never quite encountered before.  They were in awe, and a bit jealous.  Daddy had never given any of them a present such as this.  Adam rushed up to Daddy and gave him a big hug.  Adam always missed Daddy when he went away on business.

Daddy took Adam’s hand.  “This is Eve,” he introduced.  “You and she are to be the best of friends.  I made her especially for you, son.”

Michael, Gabriel, and Raphael scoffed at the remark.  Lucifer just smiled serenely and polished a piece of fruit he had just picked.

“Do you boy’s have something to say?” Daddy roared to the boys.  They immediately cast their eyes down and took a step back in unison.

“No, Father,” they answered contritely.  Lucifer didn’t say anything.  He just continued to smile.

Adam looked over Eve.  She was so beautiful.  And she was like him yet different; not as tall, more slender, and had lots of curves.  But she had a belly button just like his own.  Did she have a Mommy too?  Adam continued his examination.  The most marked difference was between their legs.  She did not have the same appendage that he, Daddy, or his half-brother’s had.  He was very confused.  He pointed to the area between Eve’s legs and asked, “What does this button do?”

All four older boys burst out in uproarious laughter.  Daddy rolled his eyes, and shook his head.  He dropped Adam’s hand and motioned for Lucifer to give him the fruit he had been polishing.  Daddy placed it in Adam’s hand.  “Here, eat this apple.”

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This attempt at humour is in response to Inspiration Monday’s challenge.

The Rules

There are none. Read the prompts, get inspired, write something. No word count minimum or maximum. You don’t have to include the exact prompt in your piece, and you can interpret the prompt(s) any way you like.


No really; I need rules!

Okay; write 200-500 words on the prompt of your choice. You may either use the prompt as the title of your piece or work it into the body of your piece. You must complete it before 6 pm CST on the Monday following this post.

The Prompts:






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3 Responses to The Apple Of His Eye

  1. Stephanie says:

    Certainly never read a version like this before! Good job on the childlike innocence, combined with a vaguely sinister feeling.

  2. Pingback: Inspiration Monday: Don’t Look Up - bekindrewrite

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