There was absolutely nothing remarkable about that apple.
He had tossed it back and forth between his hands a few times, then thrown it again to Asher.
And again—in the air, for an instant only—it had changed. It had happened four times.
Jonas had blinked, looked around, and then tested his eyesight,
squinting at the small print on the identification badge attached to his tunic. He read his name quite clearly.
He could also clearly see Asher at the other end of the throwing area. And he had had no problem catching the apple.
Jonas had been completely mystified. “Ash?” he had called. “Does anything seem strange to you? About the apple?”
“Yes,” Asher called back, laughing. “It jumps out of my hand onto the ground!”
Asher had just dropped it once again. So Jonas laughed too, and with his laughter tried to ignore his uneasy conviction that something had happened.
But he had taken the apple home, against the recreation area rules.
That evening, before his parents and Lily arrived at the dwelling, he had held it in his hands and looked at it carefully.
It was slightly bruised now, because Asher had dropped it several times. But there was nothing at all unusual about the apple.
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