5Author's Note: This is it, folks! Thanks for reading. The ending might seem a little weird, but this story has gone through hell before I ever got to writing it. It's been short, but I hope you enjoyed it none-the-less.
Part Five
The front door clicks and mother's perfume easily wafts in for the storm outside sends me warning. Oh mother... but what is to be done? For truth be told, God has many enemies who can take any form and though thine hand feels heavy, one must take ready for such consequences of thine own stupidity. This weapon which I grasp is quite blunt and won't do a clean job, yet, I feel confident in the red blaze of the yellow room, crumbling down in the red house, she'll stay.
"Matthew! Where did you get these apples?"