Apple Sn Check -

You hold it in your palm like a foundling. The skin is the color of a sunset bruise—deep crimson bleeding into yellow-green. Your thumb finds the stem, a dry parenthesis.

The apple is gone. Your fingers smell of autumn. Somewhere in the archive, a database hums, but you have already written your own entry: apple sn check

You press your nail into the flesh. It resists, then gives. A clean snap. You hold it in your palm like a foundling