Flash Fiction: The Fall - Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

'Not again, please. Must you do this everyday?' Adam protested.

'I'll make it snappy, my lord. I hear rumours of new creatures'

His stomach rumbles. He gives in. She stoops beside him, her breasts brushing his ribs.

One... two…

ten... eleven…

thirteen...eighteen...

She counted until she got the last rib.

'Aha! Complete' She affirmed. Satisfied.

Adam exhaled, shook his head and requested for his meal.

'Under the mango tree, my love... fruit salad today. I bet you'll love it'.

Famished and weary of her now increasingly annoying jealousy, he sprawled on the grass, ready to shove ‘em fruits down his throat.

'How long will this continue? Ehn?'

He grumbles and picks a slice of cucumber. Takes a bite and munches care freely. Fragments sprinting off his mouth as he grumbles on...

'Must she count my ribs every day?'

He wondered why Eve’s this jealous? There ain't no other female human for godsake. He could bet Eve counts his ribs everyday to see if another woman have been created.

He picks a green slice of apple and munches.

I'm weary of this. Ogini di?

Munching...

'Hmmm...This fruit tastes...hmmm... honey, your culinary skills improved overnight?'

Munching... It tastes different. Sweet. Unusual.

'yummy. What fruit is this?’ Adam queried.

'Eat, my lord' She whispered with a wry grin.

Adam munches on. Adam looks down... on his plate. Blinks twice. Wipes eyes.

'Jesus!'

He pulls grasses over his groin.

Eve is startled. 'Adie, you scare me. What's it?'

Adam turns to her... His eyes widened. He notices her bare breasts for the first time.

'Jesus! EVE!'

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Meanwhile few trees away, the Serpent is having a good laugh.

'Perfect! They ate it!'

He wagged his tail in lusty excitement, middle finger in the air.

The End.

-Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu
#Pengician
#SSA

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