Challenge #00058: Zen and the Art of Renovating

Begin with: “Citrus fruits, once rotten, never failed to induce a melancholy state of mind.”

Citrus fruits, once rotten, never failed to induce a melancholy state of mind. Shayde had just found one in the bottom of a surprise refrigerator that had been buried under a feral stand of alien vines that, once it had conquered the rear right corner of her garden space, had died.

There was also something moving in the clouded tupperware on the second shelf.

Shayde sat, contemplating the orange that had once turned green, and had since gone black.

“How’s the garden?” said Rael.

“How much red tape is in it tae jus’ kill this mess wi’ fire?”

“Too much,” said Rael in the tones that forbade further inquiry.

“And callin’ in animal control on tha’ thing?” she indicated the inhabited tupperware with her machete.

Rael peeked. “I’ll go get the blowtorches.”

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