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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020
Submitted to Contest #57
My great-great-great Nana Beatrice was always too busy filling her sweets in jars instead of her marriage (so the story goes). Her father had an envious orchard of peach trees and there was nothing she loved more than preserving them in a jam. Why should we only get to enjoy the sweet things for one season? Sheβd say, so she made a way to have the sweet things all seasons. Everybody loved her jam, it was the sweetest thing for miles β ambrosia they had christened it, for surely it was made for the gods. Everybody loved her peach jam, except ...
A poet and freelance content and copy writer trying out a new passion for short stories :)
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