Red Delicious

Darcie talked big. She loved attention, loved surprising people, loved riling up the haters.

She was shaped like an apple. Perfectly round, with little skinny legs and soft skinny arms. A pretty face perched on top of a happy-pumpkin-body. The kind of body you expect to see wrapped in a cheesy holiday-themed vest, teaching kindergartners. The kind of body you expect to see pushing the beverage cart down the aisle on one of the cheaper airlines.

But Darcie started fights in bars, laughing pink-cheeked and reckless at the mayhem. Darcie made jaded men blush. Darcie won Amateur Night competitions at the local strip club, Jugs. Darcie was shaped like an apple, all right - the apple that started all sin.