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Two on a Rant

The cake calls to me, its icing as smooth as a baby’s skin, with its 5 layers of hypnotic lusciousness. A rec room, filled with relatives telling jokes, rumbles with their laughter.  Two strapping lads keep out the people who insist on joining a private party.  

One by one, people walk over to greet me.  A few dance the jig to raucous Irish music.  

Dear God!  That one looks just like my husband with his thick head of wavy chocolate-brown hair, those deep blue eyes, and a smile that could steal the heart of a nun!  My mind meanders away, the sounds of merriment fading.

My husband, rest his soul, used the word “privileged” to describe my childhood.

 “Clara,” he’d say with a chuckle.  “You can’t go around treating the world like you own it.”

“You are my world,”  I’d reply, starry-eyed.

He’d flash that smile and say…

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About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email:
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