A Taste of Passion

Quietly, I reached for the delicious looking cherry pie. For me, it is a tradition to steal at least one bite from mother’s special cherry pie.

I almost have it! The sweet taste of victory will be mine, and this time I won’t be caught red handed.

Mother’s too busy speaking with our next-door neighbour, Harry Pickles, at the front door. Maybe I’ll reward him for distracting my mother.

Oh, why do I have to be so short? Then it would be easier for me to reach the treasure.

Ah! I think she’s coming! Must… get… yes! I did it! Run my feet, run!

She saw me! I must get to the secret hiding place. The one place she would never look for me: the washroom.

She’s quicker than I thought! I’ll need to use the short cut. To the closet! There’s a back door in the closet that leads right to the washroom. Mother doesn’t know that it’s there, but I do.

I entered the closet and went through the back door. Suddenly, the washroom door opened: it was mom!