Envy

Tom boarded a train.

He pulled an orange from his pocket.

Slapped it on the little fold down tray thing.

And began the tedious peel.

It was the scent he enjoyed.

The knowledge it would work its way down the aisle.

The other passengers would no doubt salivate.

Desperate for a segment of his delicious orange.

'My orange!'

Screamed Tom.

Absorbed in the moment.