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This week’s prompt is… those special berries… +100 words
PI or PIE
“Frankie? You can’t walk in—what do you want? Rocky’s on his way home.”
“I miss you, Babe—us.”
“We’re done, remember? Get out.” Rose rolled the pastry around her rolling-pin. Frankie gawked with starving eyes.
“Leave now and I’ll make your favorite.”
Rose rubbed her nose, leaving a trail of flour on her cheek. “It’ll be at our old hiding place in two hours.”
Frankie grabbed for her.
“Don’t.” She jerked away, holding out the dough like a shield. “Go!”
A handful of those special berries and I’ll shake you once and for all. You won’t ever eat pie again.
© 2014 TAK