Orange

Orange

The colour of obsession and an oriental beauty wrapped in silver.

As the orange sunlight pierced the blinds and then his eyes, he awoke slowly to the sounds of the market below. He stood by the window dressed in the clothes he had not removed from the night before, thinking about the oriental girl who had given him the silver box which lay on the table beside him.

Strangely beautiful, she was perfectly formed with long, dark, curly hair and deep blue eyes. She had said nothing to him except that he shouldn’t open it till he was sure he could control the power within it. Whatever did she mean?