As I sat in the restaurant, I continued licking my fingers and resting my head against the booth cushion. All of the sudden the power cuts out. I start hearing the customers complain and mope about the inconvenience but I keep quiet. Shortly after I start smelling the most divine scent of a freshly baked bitter sweet, chocolate pecan pie. The whiff hit me and instantly demanded my undivided attention. I started thinking about the pie. A simple piece of pie.
Back when I was younger and less fragile I remember a gift I received. On my 16th birthday I attended a church seminar and was rewarded with a piece of pie. A gift that I received and cherished. It would have been the first time somebody had ever acknowledge the day of my birth. The pecan pie wasn't just a delightful pastry, it was a gift of recognition. A prized event in my life.
I soon snapped out of my daydream and headed out of the restaurant.
Among the flocking crowd, I could see only one man who had the will power to walk away. I admired him for it, but not enough to follow his example.
ReplyDeleteThere's a massive line outside the diner. It smells like pie, and I don't smell much anymore. Oh God. It smells like apple pie. Heather used to make apple pie. For the first time in forever, I miss somebody. Oh, my medium sized American heart. A very hairy man stands in line. He's one of the most interesting looking people I've ever seen.
ReplyDelete"Hey," I say.
"Hey," he says back, "You found clothes."
"Yep. They're so heavy."
"Not cool. Liked you better without clothes ... I mean that in the most normal way possible. You weren't 'normal' without clothes. I guess you still don't have any pants. But that's not unusual these days. You should ditch the work clothes."
"I can't."
In a booth near the door, I see Billy Farsk, happier than I've ever seen someone about a slice of pie. It almost convinces me to stay in this god forsaken line, but I've decided I cant destroy my life any longer. I've gotta get to court.
ReplyDeleteBeside me a man gets up and walks away from the delicious pie. Is he crazy? I laugh at the madness of his thoughts as I scream, "MORE PIE!"
ReplyDeleteBlanket Cobb followed his nose into the man standing in the back of the very long line that snaked out of the 28-Hour Diner. He did not notice the back of the man's shirt, which read, "Got Farsk?" He did not notice the festering wound on the back of the man's neck. He noticed only his position in the back of the line, and for that, Blanket Cobb let out a long, mournful cry.
ReplyDeleteA man stands dazed in front of me. He's at the front of the line. After he leaves, I order a cookies and cream pie, sugars seem to be more appealing to my diet as of late. Once I recieve my pie, I take a seat at the same table as the man I saw before.
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ReplyDeleteAs Oscar's knuckle made its final knock on the door with the bald eagle, he found himself in darkness. "Am I going back home?" Oscar knew this wasn't the case because there was no swirling sensation pulling him back. Oscar stood motionless, listening in wait to the even more urgent, yet bodiless screams from within the door he could no longer see. Oscar moved his head in the direction he thought the window to be and saw only starlight and moonlight. It appeared that all the electricity had gone out in the building as well the whole community. He felt his way blindly towards the window at the end of the hall to get a better perspective. The feeble crawl made him feel so alone in the darkness. With his head out of the window, a strong scent of chocolate-pecan pie wafted into Oscar's nostrils. "This smells wonderful," he said as he climbed through the window and hopped down the fire escape in the direction of the only artificial source of light in town, towards the local diner. Before he could set his eyes straight once again, Oscar bumped into something rather hairy, and also in a hurry to discover the source of the scent. "Well, excuse me," the hairy being retorted. "Sorry," Oscar replied feebly, "do you smell that?" "I do, I am on the hunt to find it," replied the beast. "Well, if we have common motive and mission, why don't we work together? You look as if you have a good sense of smell about you."
I see a man who looks like he is asleep and think that maybe I can steal his pie. Then he wakes up and leaves so that option is out.
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