2912. Apple pie © Bruce Goodman 22 November 2023

Quite frankly Bridget Logan didn’t have a clue how or what she was going to feed her three children that evening. They were at school. She had no job. She couldn’t pay the rent. She had gone to the town’s charity Food Bin to perhaps get a tin of something – a soup, or some canned peaches, or anything. The place was closed. “Closed for the day.” As she walked home she passed a house with a tree laden with apples. Perhaps they would let her have some – two at a pinch; perhaps three. The door was answered by a lovely elderly lady. Take as many apples as you wish. And did she have some frozen pastry to make a pie? The electricity had been cut off? Goodness me! Come into my kitchen and we’ll make a pie! Bridget and the elderly lady got on so well. They made the loveliest apple pie. The elderly lady said she was welcome back anytime. And don’t ever let your kids go hungry ever ever. There’s always spare food here. Bridget was overwhelmed. She took the pie, and also some eggs, and continued her walk home. Three youths came up to her. They grabbed the pie and eggs and smashed them on a concrete wall. Contact Author Back to Index Next Story Previous Story