The baker was the kind of man who knew his business. I don’t even know what was in the pie, but the accumulated smell had my taste buds rolling.
And I was lucky. There was only one left, and it was my turn to choose from the delicacies arranged before me.
The pie is the sturdiest of desserts. No mere cake could hold all the succulent fruits within it that the pie does…while still displaying a flaky crust.
I happily bought the pie and made it to the station in time for the three o’clock train.
As I boarded, I was careful to keep my arms taut to protect the pie. I truly believe that my trusty knapsack helped to protect that pie. The bulk of it over my shoulders made it more difficult for other passengers to accidentally or intentionally knock the pie from my grasp.
I took my seat and gazed out the windows. The earliest of spring blossoms peeked out from tree branches. I could see a bird’s nest in the making.
It was a good time for day dreaming, but the peace would not last long.