Drabble: Food of the Fairies

Nick coughed as smoke caught in his lungs and winced at the sight of blood in his palm. That couldn't be good. He struggled to sit. He wouldn't be going any further.

Amid the acrid smells there was a faint hint of Jasmine and Honeysuckle. He must be getting delirious. The sound of distant music hung in the air. The corridor shimmered and glowed as if an anomaly lay beyond the smoke.

Something rolled along the floor, stopping just by his hand. It was an apple. When he lifted it close, it smelled of oak moss, wisdom, compassion and Claudia.