THE CEMETERY APPLES

The patient came up to me with his dirty hands. I thought at first glance he was a homeless patient with irregular hygiene. However something caught my attention. His nails. There were some blue lines in his Point Finger; black or brown lines looking like roots. I had never seen something like it. I started the Medical Exam with the usual questionnaire. Never thought I was going to hear such a story. Apples. Cemetery Apples.

Folk Tales ....however crime can reach even Military Classified Prisons.

July 20, 2019, Rotterdam...

Love ❤️ Luisito