June 2024 Flash Lit 7.3 - Peach

Charles, his glasses sliding down his nose, said, “You know, some scholars think the tree of life was a peach tree.”

Andrea said, “That explains why peaches are behinds in texts.  Booty is life, baby!”  She loved to poke Charles when he got pedantic.  He looked so cute when he was irritated because he invariably rumpled his prematurely white hair.  He looked like a grumpy chicken.

 

This time, his snit lasted barely a second, because her comment had distracted him from the world of scholars and books and dead languages.  He arrived at the present moment.  The garden was beautiful.  Andrea was beautiful.

 

“Would you like an eggplant to go with your peach?” he said.