bzzzz…

The fly buzzed lazily around my head, briefly alighting on my sunburned ear before continuing its endless droning circles.

I longed to swat at it, to feel the dull thwack of my hand squash its buzzing body, but I didn’t dare with Mama’s reproachful eyes boring into the back of my head. I heaved a silent sigh as I stared into the corner that was my punishment before ever so carefully darting out my tongue to search for the remains of the stolen syrupy sweet apple pie that had landed me here.

Temptation had been too much for me. The flaky golden crust…the freshly baked sugary apples mingled with the spicy smell of cinnamon and nutmeg…beckoning to me from the window sill. I grabbed it and ran, diving behind a tree before devouring it by the handful, the hot filling burning the roof of my mouth.

Every bite was worth it, its golden juice ever so much sweeter knowing it was mine, and that delicious feeling of wrongdoing had gone down like the sweetest ambrosia of all.

bzzzz…

I smiled.