#AtoZChallenge April 17, 2018. Orange Trees
26 posts. 26 days. And 26 letters of the alphabet, one post beginning with each letter, in April.
Follow me as we visit the not-quite-normal retirement village of Twilight, Arizona, where reality clashes with the unexplained.
“Do you have enough, Liv?”
Olivia Harding ignored the sarcasm of the octogenarian approaching her at the After Light Recreation Center.
Hortense Oakley continued her slow path to the table where Olivia sorted oranges culled from trees in Twilight, Arizona.
“Sure are a lot of oranges,” the old woman said as she picked up a discard. “Why do you need so many? There’s more than enough to share.”
“Do you want some?” Liv asked, tired of the invasive questions of the elderly who thought they had the answers to everything.
Not that I can claim differently. She often had to bite her tongue from interfering in her daughters’ lives.
“Me?” Hortense sniffed and dropped the fruit. “They’re too sour for me.”
“You and everyone else, which is why the donations outnumber those that are taken home.” She glared at the old woman, daring her to punch holes in her logic.by