By W. Glewicz
The key is fresh ingredients. Flour, butter, sugar, and spices mixed by hand. Add tart, newly picked apples from the grove out back. Oven to 350. Center metal rack.
Thirty minutes later, I take the pie from the oven and breathe it in. Perfection. Just like momma made it, and her momma before her.
I open the kitchen window a crack, place the pie on the sill, and wait.
It doesn’t take long. Never does.
The doorbell. A little boy and girl lost in the woods. They’re hungry.
I, too, know hunger. I invite them in.
It’s all in the ingredients.
Clever! Clever! Clever! And the climax “takes the cake”.
Very well done. The closing lines drive it home nicely, and I didn’t see it coming, which makes it even better.
Totally caught me off guard. Brilliant!!
Unexpected ending. And love how so much is said with so few words.
Love the way that last line turns the whole story.
Egg-cellent, Bill! Super clever!
such an exciting ending.
Terrific story and a groovy, but diabolical!, twist at the end. Loved it,
Deliciously evil! Love it!