Ori Fienberg



Because she was not one for making idle requests it seemed odd for her to say "When the tree springs from your head, I get the apples," still, he readily agreed to give her whatever fruit might emerge.

Weeks later, when the first roots crowded the follicles of his head, he switched to a clarifying shampoo. The roots thickened, and soon there were nearly as many leaves on his head as hair. She spoke to his hair. She encouraged him to shower more frequently, and take long walks in the sun.

When his head blossomed, he sneezed for a week. Bees who approached him became overly enthusiastic.  She stroked his head, while jotting down details in her notebook, as the first ponderous fruits formed.

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