The orchard guard caught a thief in the peach tree, a gypsy girl. He pulled her down and gazed at her, his fearful whip ready to strike. She was ragged and barefoot, but pretty.
‘Kiss me and I’ll let you take the peaches.’
She kissed him, and then she ran.
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I write as a way of life: stories, blogs, articles, almost-poems. I'm a freelancer, a vegetarian, and I listen to Leonard Cohen and enjoy French films. We are dying a little more with each new day we live, so shouldn't we make the most of our time?
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Sweet story!
As sweet as the peaches.
Hahah 😀 This was hilarious and adorable simultaneously! Does a kiss really can buy you sweet peaches?? Lol
-Naima.
I depends on the location and the kissability of the lips.
Really? I thought it depends on how ya convince the other party or in other words how you fool around. Lol.
-Naima.
Kissability!!!
imagine what might be rendered for avocados…
It is a torrid day here… let’s not think of such matters. I am not sure, do avocados grow in trees?
Indeed! 🙂
As they say, if you don’t want the peaches, don’t be shaking the tree.
So much imagery in so little words!
It’s all because of the peaches. They are so peachy!
Ech, men…
😉
((((((smile))))))
I listen to my wife’s stories.
Torrid days there, too….
😀
The problem is not in the men Julita, as tradition has it, but in women’s lips. There’s something witchy about them. 🙂
So Randy is married. That explains everything.
I wish you good luck buddy. You’ll need it.
Saccharine tale