The Pies

Photo by: Al Forbes

They had seen it written everywhere on the way home. It was written on the roadway, on sidewalks, on fences. It was spray painted onto an angry house cat.

“The Pies.”

“My god,” whispered Landon as they drove under a similarly decorated bridge. “Walter’s PTSD really sent him over the edge.”

“You think?” spat Melody. She held up the box of pies Walter had made before he died. The box had arrived on Memorial Day. One cherry, one vanilla creme, and one blueberry pie commemorated his patriotism in red, white, and blue. “I told him not to join the Marines. The military is for poor people, not for US.”

The MacWorty’s were old money. Walter MacWorty’s collection of gold doubloons highlighted part of the family fortune. Melody’s efforts to legally snatch them away from Walter failed over and over. His death after placing his service weapon in his mouth, had changed things. Melody stood to earn millions selling the doubloons.

Trouble was, they couldn’t find the collection.

“I know he’d lost his mind,” grumbled Melody. “He kept insisting the doubloons should be sold and the money distributed to families of veterans.” Melody scoffed. “As if they would know what to do with it! Money is best kept in the hands of those who understand it.”

“Are charities so bad?” asked Landon.

“Sweety!” scolded Melody. “I’m trying to keep our money. Tax shelters are better.”

“Well, at least we got those pies from Walter,” brightened Landon. “I’ll bet they’re tasty.”

Melody glared at Landon. “Screw the pies!” and she threw the food out the window as they passed an overpass.

Brighton Haines (formerly 12th Marine Regiment) had never quite recovered from events he witnessed in Afghanistan. Though his thoughts were often scattered, his eyesight remained sharp as ever. He saw the pies land on the roadway from his “home” beneath the overpass.

He thought the pies were expertly made and in fact, really tasty.

Even better, were gold doubloons he found inside.
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Happy Memorial Day everyone!

Author’s Notes:

Doubloons (Spanish gold coins): https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Doubloon

PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder): https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Posttraumatic_stress_disorder

12th Marine Regiment: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/12th_Marine_Regiment_%28United_States%29

Written for weekly Sunday Photo Fiction challenge. Look here for the original prompt and a blue button linking to many more of this week’s stories: https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2016/05/29/sunday-photo-fiction-may-29th-2016/

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About EagleAye

I like looking at the serious subjects in the news and seeking the lighter side of the issue. I love satire and spoofs. I see the ridiculous side of things all the time, and my goal is to share that light-hearted view.
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24 Responses to The Pies

  1. Joy Pixley says:

    Melody thinks pretty highly of herself for someone who can’t take a hint! 😉

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    • EagleAye says:

      Hehe. It’s my experience that folks who think only of themselves are usually imperious to gentle, subtle hints…like a 2 by 4 upside the head. 😉 Thanks much, Joy! 🙂

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      • Joy Pixley says:

        So true — if they assume nobody else matters, it’s not surprising that they don’t hear what you’re telling them! Although I’ve never tried the 2 by 4 approach. Hm…. 😉

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  2. Hahaha! Serves her right! Now the homeless veteran is wealthy! Wonderful story!

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  3. mandibelle16 says:

    Wonderful take. I knew the gold Dabloons were in the pies before Melody threw them out the window. It was funny because you knew it was coming. I’m happy a veteran found the yummy pieces with the Dabloons inside, hopefully he can put them to better use helping himself and others. I’m sure he has far better an idea of charity than Melody.

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    • EagleAye says:

      Thank you! Yeah, I didn’t think the doubloons location would surprise anyone. I went for irony on this one. And yeah, Haines knows quite a bit more about charity. He shared the wealth with his fellow vets. Glad you liked this, and thanks kindly! 🙂

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  4. Lyn says:

    Brighton is a much worthier recipient of not only the pies, but the doubloons too. Melody is not a very appropriate name for such a person. Raucous would be a much better name 🙂

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    • EagleAye says:

      Well, I certainly wasn’t going to call her “Charity.” I used to know a “Bad Melody” so that’s where the name comes from. And yeah, Brighton knows how to distribute wealth much better. Thanks much, Lyn! 🙂

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  5. Great story! Bad news: I broke a tooth on the pie I found. Good news: LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS of doubloons. Now I can pay the dentist to fix the tooth! Bad news: …er… only just…

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  6. Great story. Serves them right. The money will go to those that need it.

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  7. athling2001 says:

    Great twist. Serves her right for being selfish. Great story.

    Liked by 1 person

  8. Dahlia says:

    Enjoyed reading this story – thank you.

    Liked by 1 person

  9. Tena Carr says:

    Great piece of luck for Haines…Sounds like he deserves

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  10. I also wasn’t surprised about the pies, especially when she threw them out of the window. I have a suspicion Walter knew exactly what she’d do. She wasn’t nearly as smart as she thought she was. I hope the gold serves a better purpose now. Well done, Eric. 😀 — Suzanne

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    • EagleAye says:

      Yeah, Walter was giving her a final test. She performed as expected. Melody was like most arrogant people, unable to see her own shortcomings. In the end it burned her. I think it’s a delicious irony. 😉 Thanks so much, Suzanne! 🙂

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  11. Indira says:

    Wonderful story.

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