Day 15 of The A to Z Blogging Challenge O is for Olives Olives have a special meaning to me. My first really good writing in high school was a piece about the Garden of Gethsemane where I imagined Jesus praying
Just then, a handsome, bearded Greek walked up to her and clapped slowly and theatrically. “Listen to the ‘Mother of Greece,’” he shouted to us all, relishing his audience. “She knows it alllll!” His voice echoed with the final word. Our tour guide turned away, as if too shocked and angry to respond, just as characters do in plays.