© Sandra Crook
by Miles H. Rost
Tension as thick as whipped cream.
At the Ballarat Estate, the annual charity Chess and Pie Ball were underway, and the pie competition was fierce.
15 contestants, and the time was at hand for the final results.
“The winner of the Chess and Pie competition for this year is…”
The envelope opened. The bright face of the chairwoman turned glum.
“Angus MacDonald and his Scotch Pie…for the 12th year in a row.”
Angus laughed, and started to dance his jigue.
Angus looked back, and saw Constable Barklay with handcuffs.
“The jigue is up. You were caught stealing that pie.”
(Author’s note: It’s been a busy week here at Music and Fiction. 3 different stories have been posted for your perusal, and I hope you can read them all. You can read the mini-fictions The Lament of the Scribe and 5 Steps, plus the longer fiction Walking On Ice (my current personal favorite of mine.) Make sure to comment on them, as a few of these were actually created as a result of class exercises for my university courses. Besides that, please enjoy today’s creation.)
by Miles H. Rost
We had just pulled up to the drive thru on Route 7. I was reaching for my wallet when Caroline shrieked.
“Honey! What’s wrong?”
“I can’t stand bugs! And there are two right under the drive-thru window!”
Being a valiant man, I reached over the seat to get them. In my haste to shoo the beasts away, I miscalculated my reach. I let out a “whoa!” just before my face landed in her lap. I heard a gasp, then a breath.
“My darling, if you wanted pie, you should have just said so…”
I looked up at her, and she cracked up. I can’t help but crack up now whenever she, my beautiful wife, asks if I want pie.