Orange stained the entire room. Orange juice. Zest. Peels. I scratched at the moist peel over a flowerpot and covered the shavings with soil. The flowerpot had cracked this time. I should buy another. I told myself this on numerous occasions. I dipped my hands in the washbasin, then toweled my hands dry. Soil, mixed … Continue reading Three Oranges by D. Elizabeth Wasden