Clementines for Elise
He peels the clementine carefully, spinning it clockwise as he removes a thin spiral of bright orange peel. The wedges are pulled apart slowly, and he savors the exquisite sweetness cautiously as if it might crumble in his mouth. It’s savored and gone, and he picks up another from the package, then stops. These are the best I’ve tasted, and Elise likes clementines, he thinks. The ones without seeds.
The best clementine is scouted for, landing shiny orange in the palm of her hand to tempt him. He smiles and thinks, this is Elise’s clementine.
