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The Pie was Done

Story ID:8293
Written by:Michael Timothy Smith (bio, link, contact, other stories)
Story type:Story
Location:Caldwell ID USA
Year:2012
Person:Mike and Fred
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I entered in the 24-Hour Short Story contest this weekend.
Here's is the topic I receieved and the poor thing I submitted. I was stumped and as a last resort wrote this.


Their small sacks heavy with apples, they huddled on
the cobblestone path, not sure if they could make it
back in time. Bright orange and yellow leaves rushed
across their shoes and they shivered, their cloaks
no match for the approaching dusk. Their eyes widened
as the town's striking clock began to issue its warning...

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The Pie was Done

Another warm autumn day; Mike clung to his lifeline and surveyed the scene around
him. “Hey, Fred!

“What?” Fred swung in the breeze.

“Look!”

“Where?” Fred turned.

“Over there!” Mike nudged to the east. “Over there. Look at all those humans with
bags.”

“What about them?”

“I’ve never seen that before.”

Mike remembered when both he and Fred were just blossoms on the tree – just babies.
The bees came. Fred and mike were born. Spring passed; summer came; they grew. Once they
were green, but as the warmth of summer waned, they turned red and ripe. They clung to their
lifeline and were happy.

“What do you think it means, Mike.” Fred asked with a touch of panic.

Mike watched the humans approach, “I don’t know, but this is a cold night. I hope they
came to help us. I’m freezing.”

The humans approached. Mike felt a tug. He was free for a second, but then placed
into a dark bag. He heard Fred scream, “Hey! What are you doing? That hurts!”

They snuggled together in a dark, cold bag.

“Fred?”

“Yes, Mike?”

“I’m scared.”

“Me too.”

“I’m cold.”

“So am I, Mike. At least we’re together. Maybe these humans will take us to
a place with heat.”

Fred and Mike were jostled in their bag as the humans carried them. The sun began to
set. The young humans rested. The cold wind penetrated the bag they nestled in.

“Mike?”

“Yes, Fred?”

“What’s going on?”

“I don’t know. I’m scared and cold. I just want to be warm.”

They felt their bag lifted again. Humans bounced them along.

Mike and Fred heard the creak of a door. There was warmth.

A human hand jostled them. “Children! These are beautiful apples. Thank you!”

Fred and Mike were lifted from the bag. They felt the sharp pang of a knife stripping
their skin off. They looked at each other with surprise. “Mike?”

“It’s OK, Fred.”

The human handled them with care, and then sliced them.”

“Mike! Oh my God that hurts.”

“Fred, at least we’re warm again.”

“But it hurts!”

“We’re warm. Get over it.”

“I’m scared, Mike”

“Fred, we’re warm.”

Fred and Mike were laid side-by-side.
They over lapped each other. “You OK, Fred?”

“You were right. I am warm.”

They felt themselves moved. The pan they lay in was placed in the oven.

“Mike?”

“Yes?”

“I like warm, but this is more than warm.”

“Fred, you’re right. This is hot!”

Their eyes widened as the stove’s striking clock issue its warning.

The pie was done.

Michael T. Smith
Word Count: 425