She came from an extremely religious family. Her grandmother could count the number of angels dancing on the head of a pin. Her mother could recite all female saints, their martyrdoms,  and their days. Her great-grandmother was a nun – each generation had their pious personages.

Never considering herself as profound, despite her family roots, yet there it was, the writing on the wall – the railroad-bridge wall. Her family were not the best of spellers; they did so foekniticallea. The peach piests (pious) shall inherent . . . the yum. {a slice of 87 delicious words}

Baked for Sunday Photo Fiction, May 29, 2016


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the time has come, the walrus said, to talk of many things . . .

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