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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Joy (05/18/06)

TITLE: The Bad Apple
By Crista Darr
05/25/06


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Taylor smeared chocolate across his face with the back of his hand. Squinting his eyes, he took a deep breath and let out a howl. He beat his fists against the grocery cart and kicked with more fury than a skillet full of rattlesnakes.

Mama fumbled for another piece of candy and shoved it into his tiny fist. “Terrible, tormenting twos,” she said to the frowning onlookers. She chuckled to keep herself from crying.

Taylor grew. Most folks said he needed a knot in his tail. He graduated from stealing cookies to stealing money. Taylor could look Mama square in the eye and tell a hundred lies, smooth as silk. Mama wanted to believe him... so she did.

Daddy called him a bad apple, but he was never home to do much about it. Mama tried. She scolded; she threatened; she cried, but Mama tried. She even got religion, but that didn't help.

Daddy passed in the winter of 1967. I suppose the thought of death put the fear of God in Mama. The next Sunday morning, she ran down the aisle to the altar like a panicked bride. Tripping on her slip, she tumbled to the ground, and crawled the last few steps. What a sight! I thought she was plumb crazy. Taylor looked as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.

The change in Mama was about as welcome as an outhouse breeze. Her religion never bothered us, but this was something altogether different. She kept her face buried in that big, black book, buzzing through the pages like a bee in a flowerbed.

Coming up for air, she grabbed Dad’s old army knife and headed outdoors. Taylor and I followed close behind. Cutting a thin branch from the old hickory tree, she smoothed the edges with the blade, turned and grinned like a possum. Then she switched both of us on the leg.

“Every day I tell you rascals to make your beds. I’m done talkin’.”

We were fit to be tied. I rushed inside to make my bed. Taylor refused. Full of righteous anger, Mama whirled around like a Texas tornado. She got a good grip on Taylor’s ear and marched him off to the woodshed.

“Spare the rod; spoil the child,” Mama said. “We ain’t havin’ no more spoiled apples ‘round here.”

That boy had more ear tugs to the woodshed than you can shake a stick at.

Come hell or high water, Taylor was determined to conquer his new adversary. He tried his best to wear her down, leaving Mama panting like a goat in a pepper patch. Unable to outsmart her, Taylor spent a lot of time warming his nose in the corner.

I used to get jealous hearing Mama pray. Seemed like I was only a second thought, while Taylor’s name was always on the tip of her tongue.

He left home at seventeen. He convinced Mama he wasn’t doing drugs any more. I think she wanted so badly for the boy to be right; her hope blinded her to the truth. Ah, but that’s how moms can be sometimes – even the best of them.

I wiggle in my church pew, amazed at the journey to get here. Taylor’s voice echoes like thunder throughout the sanctuary, shaking me from my memories, “Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; old things have passed away; behold, all things have become new.”*

Consistency is a jewel, and Mama's labor of love has produced a fine diamond.

Mama sits in the pew beside me, looking like an angel. Her hair graces her head like a white crown of glory. She turns to look at me, eyes sparkling. There can be no greater joy than what I see written on her face, etched in every well-earned wrinkle.



“I have no greater joy than to hear that my children walk in truth.”

3 John 1:4 (NKJV)




*2 Corinthians 5:17 (NKJV)


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Debbie OConnor05/25/06
A great message packaged in an entertaining read. I loved the end with the brother preaching.
Theresa Kissinger05/25/06
Delightful! I especially loved the folksie idioms.
Melanie Kerr 05/26/06
Very entertaining. I liked the line about the long tailed cat in a roomful of rocking chairs. No bad apples in the end!
Sherry Wendling05/26/06
Well done! Delightful storytelling, living characters, and a truly satisfying ending.

I, too, enjoyed the flowing rhythm of thoughts and words, including the idioms. The one that really tickled me was "more fury than a skillet full of rattlesnakes."
James Clem 05/26/06
I thought the idioms were a bit overdone. :-(
Still an enjoyable read.
Suzanne R05/28/06
Clever, entertaining, and with a good message.
Amy Michelle Wiley 05/28/06
Great story! I was a little confused about who the MC was, since you didn't mention him until the fourth paragraph, and it took me a minute to figure out the timeline when I got to the brother preaching. But overall a delightful story. Well done.
Jan Ackerson 05/28/06
I really enjoyed this narrator's voice. You did a great job with the idioms, very authentic.
Anita Neuman05/29/06
I loved all the idioms - as long as they're original and fit the character (which they did), then I say go for it!

I was confused about the MC for a while, too. I thought it was Taylor narrating, but you were switching from 1st to 3rd person inadvertantly. I figured it out, but that's something to watch for in the future.

Overall, I really enjoyed this story! Great job!!!
Dr. Sharon Schuetz05/30/06
This was really great. I loved the "hillbilly" phrases. I had a chill when I saw that Mama had succeeded. Good job.
Cheri Hardaway 06/01/06
All tired moms can be encouraged by this tale! Great job! Cheri
Sally Hanan06/01/06
Great job Christa, and a well deserved win. My son won't thank you for this litle reminder though.. :D
Sherry Wendling06/01/06
Way to go, Christa! Mucho congrats...You deserve it!
Beth Muehlhausen06/02/06
Congrats! A fun read with a punch!! Great Bible verse. :-)
Michelle Burkhardt06/03/06
Great story. I think every parent should read this one. There are too many parents that have let their children run the home. Congrats!
Helen Paynter06/03/06
Great piece, Crista. Well deserved win. I loved the idioms - and the rest!