Scent of Apples

This story dates from 1996, with revisions done in 1998. I wanted to write about grief and its lingering effects on the people left behind. The title comes from the myth of Tantalus, who could smell the fruit but never taste it.

My dad, Allison thought as she took the Corvette off of cruise control, is a philosopher. Not a Descartes or a Machiavelli. More like a Will Rodgers, a man who studies every day life and finds meaning in it. If she'd had a penny stock for all the times her dad had said, Y