Orange

Just now there was a man outside the window. He was very weathered-looking. I don't know if he had somewhere to live or what - probably he does and I have offended him now. I just saw him for ten seconds. He had an orange in his hand. As he slowly walked past, he was looking at the orange and turning it around, throwing it in the air a few centimetres. He seemed to be enjoying his orange!

We don't know where the orange came from , or where the man came from. Probably for a few seconds he didn't know either. He was just enjoying his orange. Not the best thing of his life, maybe, but good for now.

I hope you enjoy your now, too. Whatever colour it is!