The White AppleMy nickname is Apol, which actually began as a jokey "Pineapple." (When I was a baby, I reminded people of the fruit's leaves, they said, because my hair stood up straight from roots to ends from my crane.) Then the grownups got tired of having to say all three syllables, and so they began calling me just "Apple." This was how it was until I was 18 years old, when summer came and I was bored, I tried my hand at writing plays. I finished a one-act mess, attached a title page, and thought it sounded so flighty and girly, how my name was spelled on that serious expanse of white paper. Claiming artistic license, I began spelling it "Apol." The name has stuck, and that is how it is spelled up till today.
Still, they do say that part of us will always long for the sweet days of childhood, which may be why, as I sit in my workroom these days, I've been picking some apples.
Pommes d'Amour
The Peaceful Fruits* I got title from an Aimee Bender short story. Thanks to the LitCritters for sending me a copy!
7 commentaires:
Ahhh... I always wondered about that Apol :)
cute story apol !
Same as K, was wondering about the apple business :)
And I thought Apol is your real, original name. Hm... wondering now about it ;)
Oh my gosh Apol! I just looked at one of my fave blogs (which I look at everyday) and you were there!!! decor8.blogspot.com!! I was so thrilled! I didn't need to see the label and I knew it was just you!! I'm so impressed!! I'm also so jealous!! ;P - Pinky
No way, really? I thought your real name started with Apol...Apolonia, Apolinaria. I love the story. And the spelling ; )
Lovely story, Apol. Your name also sounds a bit SF! :)
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