Wednesday, 29 July 2015

Orange

The grainy TV grab showed the road swathed in the colour orange . A lorry making its usual run to the factory had overturned and spilled its cargo on the highway.
Millions of fragrant oranges squashed and ruined . The skins stuck, like orange confetti , to tyre treads of numerous cars going that way. Some had rolled down the hillside and now lay in small orange pools, in the valley , cushioned by foliage ,and blinking green and gold, as the sun rose.
The air smelt of orange .

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