July 20, 2017 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that features a pie. You can make it any kind of pie, focus on filling or crust, or tell us about the pie-maker. How does pie set a tone in a story? Does it warm the hearth or bring disappointment?
It started every Friday morning at 6am sharp. A steady stream of shoppers knocking on the rear door of the bakery. They were after Herb’s Special Pie. Baked in the early hours, a mixture of meat and secret ingredients.
They were so sought after he couldn’t keep up with demand. Backdoor sales were all he could manage.
At home, you never put your pie in the fridge. You left it out until evening giving the secret ingredients more time to do their thing. Eating your pie gave you the expected tilt in your kilt and smile on your dial.