You can’t just write a tear-jerk story and not warn people… I thought this was going to be about different types of delicious pies, but this almost made me cry… warn a guy next time… geez, I’m at work and everything.

I like it!

Woah, intense! Very well written, thank you for entering!

Pie is love!
I find the memories of good crust/ bad crust very familiar.
Some say the eyes are the windows to the soul. I think it’s the choice of pie.

Tamara likes it but gives only 3 pencils? You are a harsh grader, madam! :-) But I’m glad you liked it.

Thanks to all for the positive comments. This is 100% autobiographical. (I make a mean pumpkin pie.)

Lovely and touching story with plenty of real, palpable details. I’m not sure I understood the ending though.

The ending requires more than 1024 characters to explain. It was in there more for me than for anyone else. :-)

I hope he’s there too.

I’m with Krully, that surprise was like a hand grenade going off in the corner, where the &*%$ did that come from?

Absolutely love it. Your language was beautiful and the organization was perfect. It was almost as flavorful as pie itself, with just enough variety of filling to satisfy all the tastebuds. Brilliant. Keep writing!

Now I want one of those pies. I don’t think I’ve ever had a mean pumpkin pie.

Congratulations! It was a wonderfully sad story. And now I’m hungry. :)