Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers – The Pieman

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It was on the way to the Fair when I met the Pieman.

He was cooling his feet in the gently flowing creek.

It was hot, and he was on a lunch break. He’d travelled a long way; his pies were hot and steaming in the back of his van.

He mopped his brow, splashed his feet, and nodded to me as he waded by.

On his return, I asked if I could taste one of his pies, to which he asked which flavour I desired.

I asked him his flavours.

There was: plain, salty, mushroom, curry, sweet and sour, chilli, potato, cheesy bacon and bacony cheese.

Then he said he had apple, raspberry, strawberry cream, peach and pecans with passionfruit or without.

Such choices I did remark so to be safe I asked for a sweet and sour with tomato sauce.

I munched, he smiled and then mounting his van drove off to the Fair.

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