Peace, the Surge of Living


“The days related to the nights, and the seasons to the years.  There were no futures.  Love had something to do with tomorrow, not with yesterday—and it occurred to him that peace was not a placid, inert thing; it was the steady throb in the bloodstream, the surge of living.” 

~ N. Richard Nash, APHRODITE’S CAVE



A Beezelbump Birthday (3LineTales)

Three Line Tales, Week 170

photo via Unsplash

The Beezelbump sisters were a hardy lot, excellent cooks, tradition-bound.

Every year they got together to celebrate the birthday girl…they took turns baking the cake.

Some poorly recalled tiff led to hard feelings years ago; they still weren’t speaking a word to one another—but dadgumit, it was time for another birthday cake and tradition demanded they partake.

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