After a long week working ER at the hospital, Dr. Ken Cory nestled into what he’d come to call his little slice of heaven.
Over the last seven days, he’d witnessed way too much human suffering, the daily stuff of life for ER staff, and as his gaze gently caressed the pyramids of fresh fruit and vegetables, as he witnessed the kindly smiles and salutations of people who, once a week, amidst this little sea of humanity in the Farmers’ Market of downtown Lairdsville, became just plain folks, he’d find himself feeling rejuvenated, once again hopeful that, one day and once and for all, life would triumph over disease and death.
“An apple a day keeps the doctor away,” said farmer McNulty with a smile, tossing him the reddest apple he had ever seen, and adding, “It’s on the house”.
“Thanks, Bill,” said Dr. Cory, and as he bit into the sweet flesh of the fruit, he remembered his late wife, Sarah, and her obsession with the story of Adam and Eve, how she’d go on and on about the injustice of putting all the blame on Eve, how in truth it was Adam who was weak and contemptible, and that Eve knew exactly what she was doing, and the consequences thereof.
All women are Eve, and all men are Adam, and who would have thought that so long after that moment in the Garden of Eden, another expulsion was about to take place in the little town of Lairdsville, that Dr. Cory would have to bear the brunt of God’s disfavour once again, find himself stripped of innocence, and naked to all that is evil in himself.
by Harry Posner