When I first met my wife's family, they told me about my wife's great grandfather. When he came to America, he carried some tiny, pepper seeds in his pocket. Every summer since then, someone in the family has grown those peppers in their garden and sharing them with the rest of the family. Last summer, it became my turn.
A little while ago, I wrote a story about those peppers. "The Pepper Gift" was bought and has just been published on www.commonties.com in their "story blog" section.
This is my first try at writing this kind of story, so let me know what you think, alright?
Thanks!
JB
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Nicely done. Despite the same tradition going from generation to generation, you don't get any sense of repetitiveness, describing it differently each time, knowing the experience is different for each man. I wouldn't mind those peppers over here.
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