White Apples and the Juice of Loyalty

By Thimo Grantz

As the rain fell harshly against the window and the world outside seems to be drowning in monotony, there is no doubt for him where he now has to go. Following his inner call, he goes to a familiar place. A place where he always feels safe. In this juice bar he finds more than just a juice – he finds a stunning yet mysterious woman who has a unique charisma. Although they have never spoken to each other, he senses they have something special in common. But when she offers him a white apple juice, he realises that one sip of this juice could change his life forever. . . Would you drink a white apple juice?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Thimo Grantz
• Release date: Oct 5, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223126911

Thimo Grantz

Thimo Grantz: Born in Hamburg, did his MA in Luxury Brand Management in London. He is a passionate author who has been fascinated by the magic of storytelling since his youth. His works captivate with a unique blend of poems and short stories, always with a touch of fantasy. His stories are characterised by self-reflection, dark humour and sarcasm, which aim to help the reader rediscover the magic in the everyday. With his literary works, Thimo Grantz aims to create a world that transports readers into a fantasy-soaked reality and encourages them to overcome the limits of their imagination.

Book preview

1. From Rain to the Invisible Sun

Ientered; the doorbell rang. Music poured over me, and I knew I had arrived, finally freed from a day that had been far too long – a day in the rain, dirt and full of excruciating effort; a day when my nerves couldn't take any more tension. On days like that, I knew exactly where I wanted to go. For as long as I could remember, there had only ever been one place I wanted to be, and finally, I was here again. The all-too-familiar feeling of home and comfort surrounded me so innocently that I could think of nothing else. This sanctuary was so familiar to me that I knew exactly what I was looking for – the last missing piece of the puzzle in a beautiful picture.

My gaze flew through the juice bar, taking in the leather armchairs, the high bar stools, and the dark granite walls. The decor was so inviting that I think anyone who found this juice bar felt comfortable in it. I think it's fair to say that the juice bar's decor was more familiar to me than my own home. I stopped in the doorway for a moment and exhaled. Something was missing, and I looked around as if I was looking for the sun. An absurd thought, as I knew where it should be. It was bright enough, and I felt its warmth, and yet it seemed invisible for a brief moment.

I took a few steps further into the juice bar, and the rain poured heavily off my coat, flooding the already wet floor. I took a deep breath, and the smell of fresh fruit and clear mountain air washed over me. The juice bar seemed to magically exist outside all natural laws. But the moment I stepped further inside and took another deep breath, all those thoughts disappeared of their own accord. They were merely the last remnants of negative impressions that one carries in everyday life through the city, but here they finally dissolved by themselves.

My gaze fell on the bar, which stood slightly elevated in the back, loaded with towers of fruit and vegetables, seeming to have a natural glow around it. I looked up, and finally, I saw