The sweetness hit me like the sugar cubes I used to sneak from my grandmother’s silver tea service. I ate it to the core, nibbling around the seeds and stem. Warmed from the afternoon sun, the subtle tart flavor made me press my tongue to the roof of my mouth. I squeezed my lips together; licked them free of any remaining flavor; pined for another. I am still looking.
Strong writing is like that apple. You read it until it is gone and then you search for more. Putting thoughts into writing, with crisp information and engaging language, turns writing into action.