The Tangerine—a (Very) Short Story

A painting of a tangerine

Her name is not important. What’s important is how she walked: step versus step, feet drumming against uneven cobblestone, heels dashing anxiety onto the earth’s unforgiving surface. Above, the sky stared down at her through steely eyes—closed off, overcast, and unkind.  It was a cold day, yet sweat dripped down her back. She knitted her … Read more