She said she was an orange. A ripe orange that was now on my bed. I peeled her slowly and enjoyed what she had to offer. She had said she was an orange. And that orange has been disposed of.
I really liked this one. Usually there's this line being drawn, forcing you to focus on a select character. Every time I read this I can go a different direction with what meaning hides behind it. At first I felt a little sad, like the woman is this ripe, forbidden "fruit", and in one fell swoop she is used, spoiled, "disposed of". On the other hand, maybe the narrator's "eating fruit" is in terms of the satisfaction he possibly feels after. This could be sinister or sweet, obvious or ambiguous, temptation leading to gratification. Whatever the intentions were, well done.
I really liked this one. Usually there's this line being drawn, forcing you to focus on a select character. Every time I read this I can go a different direction with what meaning hides behind it. At first I felt a little sad, like the woman is this ripe, forbidden "fruit", and in one fell swoop she is used, spoiled, "disposed of". On the other hand, maybe the narrator's "eating fruit" is in terms of the satisfaction he possibly feels after. This could be sinister or sweet, obvious or ambiguous, temptation leading to gratification. Whatever the intentions were, well done.
Starting a new profile. Just for the hell of it. I'm in love with writing and reading. They're both a huge part of my world and I wish more people were into both of them, or at least just one of them... more..