Sweet Surprises

"Try this, sugar. You'll feel better in no time."

No more food. Please.

The smell hits me before I can voice my rejection. The smell of strawberry-banana pie dances under my nostrils. My mouth waters. It's a familiar scent, and I remember I smelt it when I first walked in the diner, but this scent is no longer intoxicating. It's delicious, sweet and fresh.

I look around for the source of this succulent aroma. In the dim light, I see the plump kitchen man caring out a thick slice, melted strawberry sauce seeping from the cracks in the homemade, crisp-brown pie crust. Without a second thought, I grab the pie from him, dig my fingers through the warm, crisp crust, and scoop out a glob, my fingers covered in the syrupy sweet pie innards.

I stuff the sweet, gooey goodness into my mouth, so different from the deadly potatoes. My teeth sink into the crumbly crust and the soft, moist bananas. I grab for more pie, my hands grabbing as much as they can. The smell is overwhelming. My tastes buds are shouting with desire, crying for more.

Beside me a man gets up and walks away from the delicious pie. Is he crazy? I laugh at the madness of his thoughts as I scream, "MORE PIE!"