“Peachful,” he said.
“Peachful? How can peace be peachful? What is ‘peachful’?” she asked.
“Peaches are warm and sweet and juicy. They are good for us and make us happy, remind us of being kids and happy summer days long ago… Peaches are a simple pleasure, an ordinary miracle, an everyday wonder. Peace is peachfulness – something that is nice and sweet and good for us. ‘Peach on earth!’” he declared.
“I love it when you talk all sticky,” she said. She laughed and kissed him on his receding hairline. “For dessert tonight, let’s save the world by having some peace cobbler.”
“You say the sweetest things…”
© 2009 Kerry Vincent
