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The Cidery

October 10, 2017 by Fall Writing Contest 74 Comments

This story is by Carrie Muller and won the Grand Prize in our 2017 Fall Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here.

Carrie Muller lives in Pennsylvania with her husband and dog, and spends most of her free time scrounging for snacks. Her work has been published in Hoot Review. Find more of Carrie’s writing at carriemuller.com and follow her on Twitter (@carriebeanz).

The Cidery

When the snow came their breath turned slow and deep. The orchard stood bare, the apples long since crushed and drained, their juice strained into bottles and tucked away to hibernate in the old barn. Stephen and Marjorie retreated to their room. They still had work to do.

This was how Stephen treated it, like a chore left unfinished. The last piece of business to take care of before the year turned over. So Marjorie sidled up to him, soft and sweet, though warier than she’d been when they were first married. Afterward she molded her body to his in hopeful exhaustion, and they slept. Yet every few weeks when they woke to red drops on white sheets, Stephen’s jaw set a little more. “We’ll try again” turned into “same as last year, and the year before.” Finally he said nothing, and the silence between them rang out over the frozen landscape.

He left when the ground thawed. He packed his trunk, strapped it in the back of the Chrysler, and drove down the front lawn, leaving deep ruts in the wet ground. Two weeks later a letter arrived for Marjorie saying he’d be back when the apples were ripe.

She wouldn’t hold her breath.

Marjorie walked the orchard at night, a ghostly figure in the spring moonlight. As the trees grew plump with blushing white blossoms, she methodically plucked the blooms between two fingers and let them fall in her wake, scattered on the thin, young grass.

This task completed, she settled on the porch, one knee pulled to her chest as the thick summer air drew close and still around her and the cicadas took up their electric hum. She watched the orchard. New shoots stuck out at odd angles from the limbs. The leaves looked like lace, chewed through by insects. Other years, Stephen would patrol the orchard, picking beetles off the trees while she followed after to catch them in a bucket of soapy water. Up and down the rows, laughing as they drowned the pests one by one — a nice, clean death, Stephen called it.

The few apples that managed to escape her purge ripened high up on the trees, dusky red brush strokes on pale green skin. The branches drooped and the apples dropped to the ground. They lay there until the acrid, visceral scent of rot saturated the air.

Marjorie slept in the spare room so she wouldn’t have to face the empty side of their bed. This room was meant to be the nursery, but they hadn’t wanted to tempt fate by prematurely exchanging the oak four-poster for a bassinet. Not that it mattered now. She kept the windows open so the heavy air could press in and around and on top of her, so that she woke in sweaty sheets as if from a nightmare.

The nights grew longer, and flocks of geese sounded the turning of the year as they fled south. Early one morning, the dim silence exploded with three blasts, one after the other.

Marjorie lay on her back. She hadn’t been sleeping. She wasn’t worried, however; there was little of real value in this place. Nothing a man might shoot for.

She rose and wrapped a sweater around her shoulders. Silently she made her way downstairs and out the porch door, shutting the screen gently behind her. Mist curled around the trees in the orchard. She peered into the darkness but saw no one, listened but heard nothing. Barefoot, she crossed the yard to the barn. Nearly a year had passed since she’d gone near it. She paused at the door. Silence. She unhooked the latch and threw the door open. A chill autumn breeze caught her hair and nightgown as she stood in the doorway, defenseless. By the dank stillness of the air, she could tell that no one was there who shouldn’t be.

The barn still smelled faintly of manure, the sharp stench of cow pies and the dull reek of pig dung. It had soaked into the wooden beams long before they moved there and replaced the livestock pens with rows and rows of pine shelves where bottles of cider now stood like sentinels keeping watch through the night.

She ran her hand along the line of dusty bottles. It didn’t take long to find the source of the noises: several bottles had exploded, splattering cider on their neighbors. It happened every year; the pressure of the yeasts in the cider strained against the bottles until the glass could no longer hold.

She pressed a finger into the puddle on the shelf. This was their only source of income for the year, this cider. Stephen took such care with every batch. Four years ago the orchard had blight and he had to find work at a neighboring farm for the season. This batch, he’d boasted, was perfect.

Without thinking, she picked up a bottle and smashed it on the ground. The noise startled her at first, but then she laughed out loud and cleared an entire shelf in one motion. The glass shattered. Foam bubbled up and then receded. She took bottles from the lower shelves to pitch at the ones higher up so that they tipped over and cracked like eggs. Like a vengeful fury, she swept through the place until every shelf was empty and the liquid dripped down like water off stalactites into the pools of cider below.

When she was finished, she turned to survey the destruction. She smiled. There. Now everything of value was gone from this place.

Pale light streamed through the slats in the walls and striped the wet floor. Her nightgown had been sliced open by a glass shard and blood trickled down from a gash on her thigh, staining the white cotton red. She bent down and examined the wound with sticky hands.

“Marjorie.”

She straightened up at the sound to find Stephen standing in the doorway. Slowly, he moved toward her, his eyes steady on hers, not bothering to avoid the glass shards. He kneeled in front of her and gently touched her thigh. He tore a strip from her nightgown and wrapped it around the cut. After half a year of disuse, Marjorie wasn’t certain her voice would work. Instead, she ran her hand through his dark hair. The glass cracking under his boots, he picked her up and carried her away from the scent of yeast and apples.

He carried her past the orchard, where the morning light glowed against the leaves, all red and gold and dusted with cinnamon. He opened the screen door and carried her across the squeaking floorboards and up the stairs, his boots heavy on each step. Marjorie thought it odd to hear sounds in the house again. He opened the door to their room and carried her inside. The air was stale and musty from months of neglect. He laid her on the bed and hurried to open a window. Cold, damp air ran over her like a soothing hand.

Then Stephen was there, next to her, stroking her hair and murmuring sweet words. “I’m sorry” turned into “I love you,” and then his shuddering sobs were the only sound as he curled his body around hers.

She clutched at his shirt. “The cider.” Her voice was a rasp.

“We’ll try again,” he whispered.

She held her breath.

Filed Under: 2017 Fall Writing Contest, Drama, Hot, Romance

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Comments

  1. Cathy Perdue Ryan says

    October 6, 2017 at 4:41 pm

    Wonderful story, Carrie. Congratulations on you win. It’s well deserved.

    Reply
    • Carrie M. says

      October 11, 2017 at 3:20 pm

      Thank you, Cathy!

      Reply
    • Luisah Teish says

      January 29, 2018 at 8:31 pm

      This is a tender story. It is full of genuine emotion. Her loneliness and anger are aptly described. I am grateful for his return. In a future story will you tell us what happens to him?
      Thank you for this story.

      Reply
  2. Ann Levy says

    October 6, 2017 at 5:15 pm

    Beautiful. Simply lovely. Congratulations and do continue writing !

    Reply
    • Carrie M. says

      October 11, 2017 at 3:22 pm

      Thanks, Ann! And you, too!

      Reply
  3. Kit Gower says

    October 6, 2017 at 5:19 pm

    Whoa! Beautiful, vivid story, Carrie. Congratulations and well done!

    Reply
    • Carrie M. says

      October 11, 2017 at 3:23 pm

      Thank you so much! And congratulations to you!

      Reply
  4. Selma Writes. says

    October 6, 2017 at 7:27 pm

    Congratulations. Heartfelt congratulations. You certainly deserve this. Beautiful and well written.
    Glad to have been introduced to your work and your name. Now, I will never forget. Keep up the amazing work. You rock Carrie Muller. Blessings, Selma Writes

    Reply
    • Carrie M. says

      October 11, 2017 at 3:25 pm

      Selma, you are so sweet! Thank you for the kind words.

      Reply
  5. Lori Weigler says

    October 6, 2017 at 7:51 pm

    Beautifully written. Thank you for a lovely reading and congratulations!

    Reply
    • Carrie M. says

      October 11, 2017 at 3:25 pm

      Thank you, Lori!

      Reply
  6. Tina says

    October 6, 2017 at 8:40 pm

    I see why this was chosen as the winner. Congratulations!

    Reply
    • Carrie M. says

      October 11, 2017 at 3:26 pm

      Thank you, Tina!

      Reply
  7. Brenda says

    October 6, 2017 at 10:16 pm

    I was raptured by the story.

    Reply
    • Carrie M. says

      October 11, 2017 at 3:27 pm

      Brenda, I’m so glad you enjoyed it. 🙂

      Reply
  8. AKT says

    October 6, 2017 at 11:47 pm

    That was a beautifully written story. I loved the hopeful ending.
    Congratulations on the win!

    Reply
    • Carrie M. says

      October 11, 2017 at 3:27 pm

      Thank you so much!

      Reply
  9. Eastwood says

    October 7, 2017 at 2:55 am

    Congratulations. A truly touching story.

    Reply
    • Carrie M. says

      October 11, 2017 at 3:28 pm

      Thank you!

      Reply
  10. Diane Krause says

    October 7, 2017 at 11:43 am

    Congratulations on your beautiful story. Your story touched my heart.

    Reply
    • Carrie M. says

      October 11, 2017 at 3:28 pm

      Thanks, Diane! You’re so kind.

      Reply
  11. Helen Potter says

    October 7, 2017 at 2:01 pm

    Definitely a breath taker and heart mover. Thanks for your story Carrie. Helen Potter

    Reply
    • Carrie M. says

      October 11, 2017 at 3:28 pm

      Thank you for reading it! 🙂

      Reply
  12. Vanessa Kilmer says

    October 8, 2017 at 11:32 am

    Beautiful story. Very compelling. Congratulations on your well-deserved win.

    Reply
    • Carrie M. says

      October 11, 2017 at 3:29 pm

      Thank you, Vanessa!

      Reply
  13. Sherrie L. Stewart says

    October 9, 2017 at 8:54 am

    Carrie, thank you for this moving and hopeful story. Your win is well deserved. Congratulations.
    — Sherrie

    Reply
    • Carrie M. says

      October 11, 2017 at 3:30 pm

      Thank you so much, Sherrie!

      Reply
  14. Michelle says

    October 10, 2017 at 8:05 am

    Wonderfully written. So simple but so beautiful! Congratulations!

    Reply
    • Carrie M. says

      October 11, 2017 at 3:30 pm

      Thank you, Michelle!

      Reply
  15. Bryant says

    October 10, 2017 at 10:53 am

    Beautiful story. You can feel the emotion and passion in it.

    Reply
    • Carrie M. says

      October 11, 2017 at 3:31 pm

      Thank you for reading, Bryant!

      Reply
  16. Ayo says

    October 10, 2017 at 10:59 am

    Congratulations Carrie. This is inspiring.

    Reply
    • Carrie M. says

      October 11, 2017 at 3:31 pm

      Thank you so much!

      Reply
  17. Anna Savastano says

    October 10, 2017 at 12:10 pm

    Wow, great story, you really deserved to win.

    Reply
    • Carrie M. says

      October 11, 2017 at 3:32 pm

      Anna, thank you for the kind words!

      Reply
  18. Billie says

    October 10, 2017 at 12:37 pm

    Beautiful, moving, tender story. Well done. Congratulations!

    Reply
    • Carrie M. says

      October 11, 2017 at 3:33 pm

      Thank you, Billie! I appreciate it 🙂

      Reply
  19. Elaine Giron says

    October 10, 2017 at 12:42 pm

    Beautiful! You are very talented!

    Reply
    • Carrie M. says

      October 11, 2017 at 3:33 pm

      Thank you! I hope all is well with you and the whole family!

      Reply
  20. Beth says

    October 10, 2017 at 3:23 pm

    I enjoyed reading your work in all its revisions. Masterful writing that deserved the prize!

    Reply
    • Carrie M. says

      October 11, 2017 at 3:35 pm

      Beth, thank you! i wanted to tell you I still think about your story — so sweet and charming! I really enjoyed it 🙂

      Reply
  21. Craig Brady says

    October 10, 2017 at 3:52 pm

    Nice job Carrie. It has been years, but I somewhat keep up through the rest of your family.

    Reply
    • Carrie M. says

      October 11, 2017 at 3:36 pm

      Thanks, Craig! It’s so nice to hear from you — I hope you and Athena are doing well!

      Reply
  22. Jola Olofinboba says

    October 10, 2017 at 4:48 pm

    A great story Carrie! Congratulations to you on this well-deserved win!

    Reply
    • Carrie M. says

      October 11, 2017 at 3:36 pm

      Thank you, Jola!

      Reply
  23. Elizabeth Gensler says

    October 10, 2017 at 4:53 pm

    Carrie your writing is beautiful and goes straight to my heart. I am so proud of you!

    Reply
    • Carrie M. says

      October 11, 2017 at 3:39 pm

      Aunt Beth, thank you! Hope all is well!

      Reply
  24. Antonia P. Wright says

    October 10, 2017 at 5:25 pm

    So clever and well crafted. Engaging from start to finish. Simply written yet deeply expressed. I love the woven imagery. Classy.

    Reply
    • Carrie M. says

      October 11, 2017 at 3:39 pm

      Such kind words! Thank you, Antonia!

      Reply
  25. Jan Buchanan-Medina writes as Jan Darling says

    October 10, 2017 at 7:42 pm

    Exquisite, evocative, wonderfully expressed. I drank in every word. Thank you Carrie for a perfectly crafted story. I wish I had written it. You deserve every recognition I’m sure you will receive.
    Jan

    Reply
    • Carrie M. says

      October 11, 2017 at 3:40 pm

      You are so kind! Thank you, Jan!

      Reply
  26. Trish Perry says

    October 10, 2017 at 8:08 pm

    Congratulations on your win!

    Reply
    • Carrie M. says

      October 11, 2017 at 3:40 pm

      Thank you, Trish!

      Reply
  27. Laura says

    October 10, 2017 at 9:00 pm

    This is such a beautiful story and written so vividly! I loved it and can’t wait for more stories from you 🙂

    Reply
    • Carrie M. says

      October 11, 2017 at 3:41 pm

      Thanks, Laura!!

      Reply
  28. Cathy says

    October 10, 2017 at 9:03 pm

    Beautiful!! Congrats!!

    Reply
    • Carrie M. says

      October 11, 2017 at 3:40 pm

      Thank you!!

      Reply
  29. Mary Derksen says

    October 10, 2017 at 11:29 pm

    Very touching. Your life experiences shine through!

    Reply
    • Carrie M. says

      October 11, 2017 at 3:41 pm

      Thank you, Mary!

      Reply
  30. John Notley says

    October 11, 2017 at 2:20 am

    What can I say which hasn’t been said already. Congratulations.

    Reply
    • Carrie M. says

      October 11, 2017 at 3:41 pm

      Thank you, John!

      Reply
  31. Chris Murphy says

    October 11, 2017 at 12:58 pm

    Huge props to you, Carrie, for your exceptional story. Spellbinding prose from beginning to end. Well deserved win. Well done!

    Reply
    • Carrie M. says

      October 11, 2017 at 3:42 pm

      Chris, thank you for the kind words!

      Reply
  32. Margaret says

    October 11, 2017 at 5:45 pm

    Loved it! Felt every moment… thank you.

    Reply
  33. Daniela says

    October 12, 2017 at 2:43 pm

    Beautiful story, written with passion without sentimentality.
    Well deserved winner!

    Reply
  34. Kellie says

    October 19, 2017 at 3:00 am

    Congratulations Carrie
    The way you used language was delicious – each word a delight to read.

    Reply
  35. Renee DeSuza says

    October 20, 2017 at 11:42 am

    Great story. Congrats!

    Reply
  36. Raheemah says

    October 29, 2017 at 3:09 am

    Congrats Carrie. The story was spellbound- pulling me in further and further to know what was happening. The end satisfied my curiosity and also leaving room for the reader to reach his/her conclusions. 😀

    Reply
  37. Sheila Burns says

    November 2, 2017 at 3:01 pm

    one of the things i really like about this story is that is in not set in a specific place or time period, other than we know it was after Cryslers came on the scene. It makes it somehow more universal. of course in this day and age my writing group would question why they didn’t seek medical evaluation and help, but the characters are clearly poor and such health care isn’t available to them or they think it isn’t. It is a clean crisp story, and I most loved the scene of her walking thru the orchard, destroying the blossoms, and what the few that remain and fruit at levels she cannot reach fall and rot. Very lyrical.

    Reply
  38. Agamonee Barbaruah says

    November 3, 2017 at 2:53 am

    This is beautiful. The imagery is so supple and reflective, I could see Marjorie’s hopelessness in it. And then, the final piece of hope. Well done!

    Reply
  39. Claire Machado says

    November 3, 2017 at 5:21 pm

    Carrie, I can see why your piece won first price in the Fall Contest. It’s exquisitely written and your literary flair is flawless. The premise is unique, therefore making the story so interesting and engaging. Excellently executed! You certainly are a very talented writer.

    Reply
  40. Ricky McLean says

    November 5, 2017 at 4:57 pm

    Wow, a haunting tale of lonliness and abandonment twisting into a tale of unfailing love .. Brilliant. Loved it!

    Reply
  41. Katie says

    March 13, 2018 at 1:08 pm

    Wow. You say so much by what you don’t say. What evocative writing. Really good.

    Reply
  42. Juanita Danzy says

    March 13, 2018 at 7:01 pm

    Carrie, this is a wonderful story, you started out talking about the apple orchard stood bare, apple crushed and drained and strained into bottle for the seasons, but as you read on the story turns into a love story for me leaving me breathless as two young people yarn for each other in his absent were brought together in the end. Excellent job in bring that together. This story is a winner. Congratulations.

    Reply

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