Ella-Sophia Carew

The Little Orange Tree

The cloudless sky was a brilliant compass blue, contrasting perfectly with the fiery orange of the fruit so gloriously red that it competed with the soon to be setting sun. An abundance of oranges sat atop a young tree, waiting for either someone to come pick them or to fall victim to gravity and drop to the soil so that a small vole or bird could come and eat from the broken skin of the orange.