As the earth reset, she shook. Tectonic plates merged, the arc of the sky turned vanilla.
Fully blinded, Adam and Eve stumbled into a garden.
‘Where the bejesus are we?’
‘I don’t know,’ Eve snapped. ‘But it’s nice.’
She petted a snake that slithered past.
‘Needs work.’ Adam flopped into the golden grass.
Eve eyerolled. She plucked an apple from the tree at the centre.
‘What are you doing!?’
‘Darling, there’s no harsh punishment for fruit picking anymore. From any tree. We won our appeal.’
She crunched into the apple.
‘Here, have a bite.’