Wednesday, May 4, 2011

9. Pie

As the Babushka began strutting away from the Diner, a strange thing occurred. The street lights began to flicker... the suddenly, LIGHTNING STRUCK! BOOOOMM! The Babushka jumped three feet straight in the air.
Then the aftershock.
Glass shattered and dogs wailed frantically.
And suddenly, like a long line of dominoes, the lights of each building shut off progressively down the street. The Babushka gaped.
"American electricity," tisked Svetlana. "This is why they use whale blubber back in the old country."
She peered down the street, old eyes squinted. Surely not everything could be out?
The Babushka turned in response to an electric buzzing sound behind her. NO! The one place in ALL of Watershed Heights from which God had not revoked the power of light was of course the place from which the Babushka had just hurriedly escaped. Dina's 28 Hour Diner. The Babushka checked her watch. It was 3:14 PM.
The Babushka frowned. There was no way she was going back in there to face that old stinky War Vet and country po-dunk waitress.
But then... a sweet aroma began to seep out from within the diner. It's lights suddenly shut off, but the aroma persisted.
What was this strange smell? The Babushka closed her eyes and smiled deeply. It reminded her of the old country. She imagined herself frolicking as a child with her two sisters, Anastasiya and Agnessa, through the great Sunflower fields by her family's dairy farm. The aroma brought her back to her own grandmother-Babushka's Russian kitchen... She saw her grandmother slipping old and worn oven mits over her delicate fingers, shuffling close to the old fire-wood oven, and then carefully... carefully... removing a succulent, long slaved-over meat pie from the oven's dark bowels.
She opened her eyes. A long line of people was already extending from the inside of the diner. "What ees theees?" pondered the Babushka.
"I WANT PIEEEEEEEEEEEE!" A man screamed as he began attempting to thrust his way through the crowd. A fight began to break out.
"WOAH MAN!" Thought the Babushka. "I'm finna dipp!"
So she left.

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