the fruit at the top of the tree

the fruit  at the top of the tree

fiction
edward w pritchard

Three examples will suffice there is no need to be confrontational and add a fourth. As example; Abe Lincoln, Ronald Reagan and current President Trump deeply driven by hidden forces of nature and evolution to excel, to change things, to be heard. If the circumstances are right, if the times scream out for someone to follow and listen to, as the sacred leader they are adored, carefully heard and  honored- even after death. They are the fruit at the very top of the tree.

Sometimes their systems freakishly run two speeds faster than anyone else. Always on, planning, always pleading, always conspiring. Just working at whatever, faster and faster with the obsession that makes a very skinny girl with dyed jet black hair taking money at the cash register alone in a busy convenience store be able to talk very fast, move faster and using both hands at once handle a line of eight preoccupied customers. Freakishly some people have the ability to move like a movie on fast forward. Sometimes such ability is useful to the marketplace- usually not.

What makes the fruit at the top of the tree sad and fearful? To move alone in the darkness of night with no light, no torch, no club, five hundred centuries past, creeping forward straining to see and hear fearful of flocks of hungry lions and tigers. With no hand to clutch.

and the forth controversial example? Why it's good old Jesus immobilized; about the time they started to pound the nails into his hands and wrists with a stout hammer, all the while, over the sound of the hammer Jesus wondering if he would be remembered. The fruit at the top of the tree. It's quite sad.