“After the third call from my mother, he comes in in a Hawaiian shirt. He is, frankly, bright orange. A shade of personal orange that startles even my mother. A shade that doesn't say health, it says Dulux.”
“There are shades of schadenfreude. My favorite shade is bright red, from a haughty spanking.”
“Gripping my arm, Mother held it in the orange-blue flame. My skin seemed to explode from the heat.”
“You're good for me," I say. "The light to my shade.""Then you're the night to my day. A person needs both, you know.”
“Leaves in every shade of the autumn spectrum - red, yellow, orange, brown - littered the ground at my feet, crunching beneath my boots as I stepped out of the car and looked around.”
“Everyone thinks I named my cat Mango because of his orange eyes, but that's not the case. I named him Mango because the sounds of his purrs and his wheezes and his meows are all various shades of yellow-orange.”