Apple Pie

A cool breeze blew through the open windows. What a refreshing gust it was on this sweltering hot day. As it whipped through the house, the smell hit his nose even harder than before. Nothing was as sweet or as welcomed to his senses as the aroma of a freshly baked apple pie.

“I’ll be back in about an hour,” she said as she made her way to the door.

“K,” he replied.

As if from nothing but habit she shouted from the far room, “I love you.”

“You too.” He returned.

He bent over and smelled the warm dessert that sat on the cooling rack.
“It has been so long,” he thought to himself. “I knew I would miss it, but this is unbearable.”

The past 4 years had not been kind to their lengthy marriage and slowly but surely, it was slipping away. He hadn’t felt her embrace in over 4 months. Even the simple phrase of “I love you” seemed to be growing scarce.

As he stood in the middle of the large, white cabinet laden kitchen, he thought to himself, “Surely there is another option.”

Without one coming to mind, he picked it up.

He wondered, “Was the movie scene accurate?” as he ruined the pie.

Apple Pie

Paramount

Pendleton, United States

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