The Bomb Squad

 Her hands shook with anticipation as she prepared to begin

the task that might spell life or death for more than just 

herself. Time was running out. She knew that that she 

could not let  the paralyzing fear that was coursing through

 her body win. As she began her task she concentrated with

 all her might, trying desperately to remember all that she

 had been taught. The first maneuver was the hardest 

but each subsequent movement became easier as she 

slowly and methodically worked to complete her task. 

The process was going well and she thought success was 

hers until her precise movements became more and more 

erratic. At that moment she began to feel her success 

slipping away from her but she knew that she had to 

keep fighting. No matter the cost, she could not and would 

not accept defeat. When it seemed as if all was lost, 

she gritted her teeth and kept going, concentrating with 

every fiber of her being. Before long her brow began to 

glisten with perspiration but she knew that her goal was in 

sight. Finally the pivotal moment arrived and.....

the bomb blew up and everyone died!!!

Just kidding...hahahahaha :D

...she lifted the pie crust up off of the counter and into the pie

pan. Then she ever so slowly and carefully unfolded the pie

crust until it filled the entire pan. She breathed a sigh of

relief when she saw that the pie crust was mostly in one

piece. It was not perfect but with a skillful patch job,

it would do. 

 She poured in the apple pie filling that she had 

previously prepared and then the process began again

to get the top on the pie. It got a bit sticky at some

points along the way but after 45 minutes in the oven,

the master piece was finished.

I can count the number of pies that I have ever made on

one hand so I had been wanting to try my hand at it again

for awhile now. The process was long and tiring and I

have renewed appreciation for my mother's expert

pie making skills. I know that if she were here, she would

say that it is only because she has made so many during 

her lifetime. I guess I will have to keep practicing. 

Despite the fact that my pie was far from perfect, it 

actually tasted pretty good and in the end that is what 

really matters....right?

I bet I had you all going there for a minute, thinking

that I had joined the bomb squad or something, Well

that was what it kinda felt like as (not that I would know)

I was trying to get that pie crust up off of my counter.

By the way I think that if drawing, painting, and sculpturing 

are all areas of art then pie making should definitely be 

added.

THE END