Here’s a story– if it has a moral or a plot, please enlighten me. It was an exercise in writing for me– and, yes, it is entirely fictional. It is probably only connected to Augustine because it involves pears. Enjoy.

Roger rubbed his hands together, and wiped them on his pants. He looked up at the tree. All of the pears looked good, but he knew that the ones at the top of the tree would taste the best. He grinned. He loved a challenge, and this was one he particularly relished– he knew the neighbor’s pear trees had been unattended for years, and if he was ever going to have one of those pears, this was the year, before that new guy moved into the house. He jumped and grabbed a low hanging branch, scrambling to pull himself up. View Full Post