The Last Piece of Pie

By Katherine Rawson

He didn’t give her the last piece of pie but instead sat there scraping the final bits of crust and filling right out of the pan. “That was good,” he said, licking a bit of peach goo off his fork. Then, as if suddenly remembering, “You didn’t want any, did you?” She shook her head, pretending even to herself that it was so. She poured herself a glass of water. He wiped his sticky fingers, then loaded the fork and crumpled napkin into the pan. “Gotta run,” he said and handed her the pie pan before heading out the door.

“I write because I enjoy sharing ideas and experiences, as well as pie.” – the writer

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