There was an apple on the table. It looked awfully appetizing. Its sides were really shiny and red and you could smell it from another room. He slowly approached the table and stretched his arm towards an apple and then he froze. Suddenly quick feeling went through his body like a cool breeze.”Is it safe? Is it poisoned?” The hunger was talking louder than logic and his stomach was tying itself into a nod. He picked it up and slowly bit into a crunchy sweet and juicy flesh of it. It tasted like heaven. All his senses sharpened up in the last few days of hunger and now this apple was talking to him, reciting poetry about hunger and thirst, pain and pleasure, fear and satisfaction. It was the best food he ever tasted. It was the worse food he ever tasted. The apple out of the blue lost its sweetness and become extremely bitter. He felt nauseated and dizzy. A razor-sharp pain in his stomach made him slowly slide down the wall to the floor.”An apple out of all things, how trivial!” He did not mind that he was dying. The only thing that bothered him was that this man did win at the end, and it was not fare, and he never delivered a promise.