The Symbolism of a Green Apple [ON HOLD]

Rotten Apples

Later that night, John had just arrived in London and was headed to his old home, while his son Julian sat alone at home.

Groaning, he flipped through the few stations they had on their small telly. "There is nothing on!" He spoke to himself and stood from the couch where he had been sitting all morning.

He had already eaten all that his mother had left him to eat, and practiced his guitar. Figuring it would be fun, he decided listening to some of his music. He sat on his bedroom floor in front of the record player and turned it on. Julian smiled at the records he owned and were stacked next to the music machine. Finally deciding on one of his father's albums, Abbey Road, he smiled happily as his rough voice filled the room.

"Shoot Me." Were the first words of his father he had heard for at least three months. 'That's the last thing dad needs.' The thought to himself and sprawled across the floor, after turning up the music so it was blaring through the house.

A while later, the album was only half way through and over it's loudness he heard the door bell ring. Although Cynthia had told him not to answer the door, he was curious as to who was there. Tiptoeing, Julian made his way to the door and looked out the peep hole. What he saw, surprised him more than if his dead grandfather would had been standing at his door. But it wasn't his grandfather. It was Dad.

Happier than ever, Julian anticipated swinging his front door open as quickly as he possibly could, but he didn't. his mother had instructed him not to do..exactly that. And she had even used her ex Husband as an example!

As he attempted to walk away, unheard he knocked something over. Coursing under his breath as his mother despised, he ducked under the front window.

"Cyn? Cynny, love? Prim!" John knocked at the door and Julian stayed hidden as well as he could. He could hear his dad talking to himself about how the car was gone.

"But..music....light?..Home." Was all the younger man could gather from what his dad was saying.

"Jules? Julian! Someone's gotta be home.." Julian had finally had enough and opened the door quickly. All of his anger towards his father had suddenly come back to his senses.

"We're not looking fer' company! Thanks for stoppin' by, dad. Mum's not here anyways." Jules spoke quickly and with a stern voice. John just watched as the little boy he left, who was now a young man, yelled. Julian shut the door but John kept at it.

"Come on, Jules! 'm sorry! Let me in? I hafta' talk to ya'!" He called through the door and with a sigh, Julian opened it.

This would be fun.