Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Guest Post by John R. Cameron with Giveaway

At the End of the Orchard

                Last summer, I visited an apple orchard. A tiny, tourist trap (not to be confused with a tiny tourist trap, the bane of little travelers), it's a place where people can go pick their own, wretchedly overpriced apples. It's more for the experience, of course.

                As I walked down a row, I looked at the apples on either side, dangling from the small trees, which were kept upright by stakes. They were tiny, rotten things. The trees had been picked clean by all the other tourists who'd been there before me. Each row was separated from the others by steel wire, making it nigh impossible to hop from one row to the next. 

                I found that the further I walked, the less trampled was the grass (and, therefore, the more difficult it became to trudge through, particularly in a good pair of slacks and running shoes.) I forded through the knee high grass, progressively making my way deeper into the orchard, which stretched on for about a third of a mile. 

                My wife and child quickly abandoned me, returning to the entrance, choosing to walk down another aisle while I continued on alone. I eventually found a gem: a large, unblemished apple. Soon after, I found another. As I came to each, more distant tree, the quality of the product improved. By the time I'd filled my bag, there were still a dozen more trees I'd never even reached. I wish that I'd held off just a little longer before plucking that first apple. Sometimes when something seems too good to be true, we snatch for it before someone (or something) else does. If I'd waited just a little longer, I could have seen what fruit lay beyond, at the end of the orchard.

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My family often drives me to the brink of madness; not a difficult thing to do, considering how close to the edge I already am. My daughter is a hellion. At the age of six, she’s both bright and bold, obstinate, and pushes every button I have. My wife blames my genetics: “I was never like that,” she claims. I deny it, despite knowing that I was also an uncontrollable child.
I’m a teacher, but I consider myself a modern philosopher. I’m very worried about the current state of education. I’m concerned about the future, in general. I don’t think we all necessarily need to be alarmists, though I do believe that if you look at the world around you and aren’t a little worried, you and I probably aren’t going to agree on much. (I’ll pretend not to look while you navigate elsewhere. There’s plenty of other entertainment on-line. Crushing Candy, and so forth…)
I’m currently working on a couple of new short stories, and on the sequel to The Second Lives of Honest Men, which I’m writing under the working title of The Old Crow.
Visit his site at http://www.embracetheirony.com/

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