Thirst consumed me, more desire, anticipation, than need.
“Last one,” I convinced myself, hastily ripping into the flesh. The red spatter on the wall? Unnoticed, darkening over time.
The odd sweetness finally danced along my tongue. Sated, I dropped the empty peel into the trash.
The season’s last blood orange.
Anastasia Pena loves crafts. And blood oranges. But not crafts using blood oranges. She creates the items that pop into her head and runs Anastasia’s Artifacts from South Texas. She also tries to put words on paper from time to time, somewhat successfully…