The Symbolism of a Green Apple [ON HOLD]

The Symbolism of a Green Apple

"Julian? Are you down here?" Cynthia Lennon called down the stairs, directing her question towards her fourteen year old son. She hopped down the steps one by one and eventually noticed his head peeping over the couch.

"Yeah, Mum!" He shouted, expecting her to still be atop the staircase but was startled when she was standing right behind him. Cynthia was dressed in her nicest outfit. She wore a long peach colored sweater, white trousers, black shoes, and her best jewels.

"I'm going to that interview I told you about last night. There's some left over meat and vegetables from last supper in the fridge if you get hungry. I won't be long. I'm trusting you to watch over the house while I'm gone, do you understand?" She chided, walking into the kitchen and writing emergency numbers on a pad of paper while Julian followed. He opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bright green Apple, taking a bite from it as he nodded.

"I've got this, y'know? I'm already fourteen for crying out loud!" He spoke, annoyed to still be treated like he was as a child.

"I know, darling. It's just.." She wrapped her arms around her son's neck and kissed his forehead lovingly. "You're still My baby boy and I don't want anything to happen." He nodded and pulled away from his mother's embrace. Cynthia nodded her head and picked up her hand bag, heading for the door.

"And, love?" She called over her shoulder, expecting him to be following her, which he was. "Don't answer the door. I don't care if it's anyone from the maillady bringing me a parcel, or you're father." She added a snort to the last comment, as if laughing at the chances of that happening. Julian just listened and helped his mother out the door. He was excited to be home alone for once, but his mother? Cyn was a nervous wreck.