The Heavenly Pie

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“Mom, Susan’s bugging us again. Tell her to stop!”

“Susie, come in here and help your mama make the pies.”

“But ma, I want to play Buck Roger’s with Davie. I want to fly in a spaceship and use a ray gun.”

“Susan H. Miller, you stop bothering your brother and his friends. Get in here and help me. You like your mama’s pie, don’t you?”

“Yes ma, but…”

“My mother showed me how to make it when I was your age and her mother showed her. That’s what girls do. Playing with spaceships is for boys.”

“But ma…”

Mother came out of the kitchen, flour and dough up to the elbows, a rolling pin in her right hand. She put her left hand on her hip and said, “Susan Harriet Miller! I said now!”

“Mom, can you get Ab out of here? She’s ruining my game.”

“Abby, you go in and help your Grandma Sue with the pies.”

“But mom, I’m in the middle of Quantum Chance! If I get two more antiprotons and three positrons I can make an anti-carbon atom! I need it to fuel my starship.”

“Abigail Frost! You stop playing that stupid video game right now and help your grandmother with her pies! You like her pies, don’t you?”

“Yes ma, but…”

“You should learn how to make them just like her. She learned how to bake them from her mother when she was your age and her mother learned from your great-great grandmother.”

“But mom! I want to be an astrophysicist, I don’t want to make pies.”

“All young girls need to learn to make pies. It’s what we do. Leave the quantum physics games to your brother and his friends.”

Susan came out of the kitchen, flour and dough up to her elbows, a rolling pin in her right hand. She put her left hand on her hip.

“Britney, drop it. If Abby would rather play a computer game about physics and space, let her. If you think baking pies is a girl’s job, you come in and do it.”

Sue walked over to her granddaughter and bent down to her level. “Yes, I learned to make pies when I was your age, but do you know what I really wanted to do?” The young girl shook her head. “I wanted to be an astronaut. Of course there weren’t any astronauts back then, but everyone knew that when we needed them they would all be boys. I learned to cook instead. But do you know what?” Abby shook her head again. “Every night I look up at the stars and hope that I still may have my chance. You see, I still want to be an astronaut. Follow your dreams, little Abby, and when you look back at the pie-round planet, remember your Earthbound grandmother and her heavenly pies.”

(This was my original story for the prompt”pie“, but I then wrote For a Slice, which I liked better.  Well, I decided to put this up anyway…)

8 thoughts on “The Heavenly Pie

      1. M-R

        My solution would be this: if you write something that’s finished – i.e., you complete it – and there’s nothing ‘wrong’ with it, POST IT. Because you have a talent.

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        1. trentpmcd Post author

          I’ve written very little that I haven’t posted, this was one of the few times I pulled something back without posting. Well, I did post, after a little prodding ; ) But OK, I’ll take your advice.

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