Memoir of an Old Woman Naomi Washer
She woke from a dream of orange peels. She'd been peeling an orange, peeling and peeling and peeling, and the peeling would never stop, there was always more orange to peel. The old woman woke and gazed at her hands, expecting a strong scent of orange, but it was not there. They no longer smelled of oranges. 
Naomi Washer has work in or coming from Ampersand Review, Poor Claudia and others. She lives
in Berkeley and is the Editor-in-chief of Ghost Proposal.
Read her postcard.
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