The boy sat in a puddle in the middle of his front yard, staring at the grey asphalt of the empty driveway. It was sprinkling a light rain that grazed his eyelashes. He blinked every twenty seconds, clearing the water from his eyes but never changing the direction of his gaze or his position. Nitasha,…
Lemon Beet Tart (paleo, AIP)
The story was sad. It had enjoyed such an exalted position on humanity’s stage for so many millennia now. And yet, in this modern time, it had been lost. People didn’t actually recognize story anymore, much less why it mattered. They knew they liked to be entertained – they would sit down for two hours…
