“Henry, you’re still not up?” Mom cried out. Henry lazily opened his left eye half-way through, and then shut it again. Mom and morning could wait, sleep couldn’t.
But Mom was made of sterner stuff, and waiting was not in her DNA.
A peanut came sailing through the air, and hit Henry right on the nose.
“Ouch!” Henry exclaimed, rubbed his nose sleepily, and dozed off again.
Mom saw Henry’s supine body, and shook her head in frustration. How had she and his father, both belonging to such hard-working stock, borne someone as lazy as him? God moves in mysterious ways indeed.
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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
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