As I was drifting off to sleep last night, I came awake with an involuntary jump.

“What happened, did the bad men get you?” asked Abel.

“I fell off a tree,” I complained. “I was stealing apples… and fell off.”

“You were doing what? Bad girl, come here!” He swiftly turned me over onto my tummy and gave me several crisp smacks. “And that’s just from the owner of the orchard. Wait till you come home, and your daddy whips you with his belt.”

I wouldn’t put it past Abel to get out of bed and fetch an implement, but luckily it was too cold outside our nice duvet, and we were too tired. So instead we fantasised.

…The girl would be too scared to go home after being discovered; this was a small town, and daddy would surely find out. She would wander the streets for a while, and then spend the night at her friend’s house.

Only, she couldn’t avoid going home forever. Her father would meet her silently by the door, where he would hand her his pocket knife, and motion towards the trees in the yard.

Under the curious gazes of the neighbours she would cut a switch for her whipping. An apple switch for an apple thief.

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