The Gentle Boy

The Gentle Boy This evening the sunset was red and I thought of blood oranges, sold in shops before Yule. This was long time ago when tropical fruit was a rarity, like bananas and coconuts. In the shop that sold sweets and fruit I bought four oranges and two bananas, the citrus didn´t look like the right thing but I was too shy to argue. … They were not. But mother peeled them cut them into pieces and put strawberry jam on top. Mother, when young, was fearless, next day she went to the shop, spoke her mind and came home with four blood oranges the shopkeeper had given her in fear of her lashing, tongue. Remembering this I know being gentle is good as long as you don´t let people take advantage of you