bittersweet; oneshot.

the picture makes me hungry. nomnomnom.
This is literaslly a one-shot about peeling an orange.
LMFAO, but there's some depth to it.
Sometimes you just don't know what you can write about when you're sitting around the house all day and night. hehe.

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She sat on the creaking porch swing, a bright orange fruit in hand. The silence echoed in her ears, ringing, as if reminding her that she was alone.

She moved back into the swing, unable to relax her tensing body as her grays eyes studied the bright orange fruit in her fragile hands. The creaking of the swing seemed to grow louder with every stroke it took going back and forth.

Her aging fingers dug numbly into the hardened skin of the orange. The sound of the tearing filling her ears as specks of orange wafted around in the air. The citrus aroma both bitter and sweet enveloped her sensitive senses and she stopped peeling to blink momentarily. She patted the front of her patterned shirt wanting to wipe away the specks of orange skin that had fallen on her along with the memories she longed to forget.

Inhaling the bittersweet smell of the orange, she paused and listened for some noise. Nothing, but the soft rustling of the autumn encrusted leaves as a breeze whistled through them. Her nose crinkled in disappointment and she returned to the task of peeling the orange.

Digging her fingers into the ripe exterior skin, her calloused fingertips were dusted in orange soot. She retracted the soft body of the orange out of its shell, continuing to rock gently in the swing as she tore a small piece to taste.

The sweet taste of orange lavished and enticed her tongue and she slowly felt her mood lifting. With her free hand, she picked up the book she had folded over on the arm of the swing from the day before, folding back the page she had left off on. Her eyes squinted as her gaze drifted over the words on the page.

She licked the tip of her finger and turned the page, but stopped reading when the bitter orange soot replaced the sweet taste of the orange. Almost in a blink of an eye, the sadness returned to her and she dropped the remains of the orange—peel, skin, body—and all onto the floor.

Again, her hands fell over the front of her body and she patted away anything that could have fallen on her. A soft, but audible sigh fell from her lips as her hands went to her head. Tufts of graying hair fell to her shoulders as she smoothed her hands over her hair, making sure there was not a single hair out of place, though it was clipped down and to the side with a jeweled hairpin.

Sitting back unable to relax her tensing stature, she continued swinging back and forth as her gaze silently fell onto the area in front of her small feet.

She remembered how quickly her emotions could shift when her thoughts were overloading with memories she wished so deeply to go back to. She knew she could not though because these memories were just memoirs of events, peoples, ANIMALS she wished she could get back, but never would.

Like the peeling of an orange; the sweetness can only last so long before you are left with the bitter remains.

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[mohawksUnItE]

great writing! i might just be slow today, but why is animals in all caps?

[iluvjb4ever123]

@mohawksUnItE it's kind of implied that she lost a pet.

[iluvjb4ever123]

I got the picture on weheartit. Type in citrus. LOL.

[naddzb]

i love it..its deep..

[HelloKittyandJbluver]

you're such an amazing writer.

[awsomelystrange11]

lol i liked it

[smiley0smiley03]

beautiful!!

it is amazing!

[dancerbabe234]

loved it

[PeaceLovePerfection1]

I love this!!!!! you are absolutely amazing

[littlestrapplady]

absolutely amazing :)

[WorldOFJonasx]

Lol! awesome this is incredible!