an orange
I cup the sphere-shaped fruit in my palm. It pervades the air with the scent of citrus, a tangy, crisp scent with a imperceptible hint of sweetness. I graze my fingers along the armored fruit; the color of a soft sunset yet rough to touch. Not an unpleasant roughness, a curious one of a strange smoothness littered with bumps. It rolls of my palm and hits the desk with a coarse thud. I begin to work at the skin, inhaling the scent of watery orange blossoms as a light spray mists around the depleting peel. It is thick and unyielding as it engages my fingers in battle. I emerge triumphant, sticky fingers and perfumed skin my trophy. The sweet, tangy juice fills my mouth as I bite into a slice, swallowing the waxy treasure with a satisfied smile. I reach for another, grazing the clumps of skin, and bask in the glow of a pleasant Wednesday morning.This is a writing exercise we did in my expository writing course. I really enjoyed this so I thought I would share it with you guys. For my next post I'm planning to write a book review of the Fault in Our Stars.
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tanisha
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Name: ☾ tanisha ☽
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