Charli Mills at https://carrotranch.com asked we write a 99 word story about pie. Here’s mine. Hope you find it tasty.
Written by Kerry E.B. Black
Oma Rochinka relaxed into her rocker, her smile bleeding into the crepuscular rays of the setting sun.
Her granddaughter scowled. “Why’re you smiling? Daddy’s crashed. He coulda died.”
Oma touched a wizened finger to the child’s nose. “But he didn’t.”
“He’s hurt bad, though.”
Oma nodded, assuming an enigmatic expression. “He’ll have a tough patch alright.”
Her granddaughter thrust out her chin with indignation. “And he lost the whole harvest of apples.”
Oma nodded. “Can’t sell bruised fruit.” Cinnamon wafted from within and mingled with petrichor.
“Then why’re you smiling?”
“Cause he’s alive, and we have lots of pie.”
July 27, 2017 at 6:00 am
Love the wording and pacing of this flash, as if it builds up to that moment when the aroma permeates and settles the tension.
July 27, 2017 at 2:33 pm
This is a wonderful story. I thoroughly enjoyed it. 🙂
July 27, 2017 at 3:18 pm