Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Juice and Buttercake by L.C. Mardone

Every Sunday us lads gathered in the churchyard and waited for the widow Finfuckle to treat us each to a cup of apple juice and a slice of homemade buttercake.

She carried our feast in on a silver platter.

Dozens of tiny paper plates. Each topped with a square slice of moist, golden buttercake.

Next to each plate rested a small plastic cup filled to the brim with sweet apple juice.

As the widow rested the platter upon the withered old see saw my friend Henny said, "Oh fetch me the biggest piece of buttercake."

But I laughed and said, "I shall enjoy that piece."

(This story originally appeared in The Mad Hatter's Review edited by Carol Novack.)


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