The Fig Leaf Chronicles

Small decisions sometimes have large consequences . . . The rustle of leaves in the early morning. Sunlight filtering through the trees. The sound of water lapping against the rocky shore. Quiet footsteps announcing the approach of Father. They back into the green hedge formed by newly-named flora. Both cringe as a stone rolls under her foot, causing her to stumble against him. A whisper floats on the breeze. "Adam, my son, where are you?" *** And so began the long slide of humanity-a slope that