The angel had blinding white wings and an often reiterated ‘don’t touch The Tree’ speech. Eve hated the way he looked at her, with a combination of contempt and something she didn’t understand in his cold eyes.
It made her angry enough to visit The Tree, where the serpent’s smooth green coils hung in the afternoon sun. He eyed her as well and something snapped.
She plucked a shiny fruit and bit into its sweet flesh.
Suddenly she understood.
The knowledge made her smile, and she picked a fruit for Adam.
This was one thing she couldn’t do alone.