George wanted one piece of Anya’s delectable apple pie. His wife, Julia, the “diabetes police,” kept a tight lid on what he ate. She had good intentions, but sometimes a man gotta have what he wants!
George hid the bike in the bushes, with Midnight, sitting placidly on the seat. He walked over to Anya’s shop, and he ate not one but two pieces of the pie!
Returning to the bike, he found Julia holding Midnight, who upon seeing her mother, promptly started purring, giving away the game! “Two pieces, George! You are going to be the death of me.”
Fictional story written for Friday Fictioneers, by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. A story in 100 or less words from the photo prompt by CEAyre.
Help from Heaven 
Maybe Julia and the cat should work out a deal with Anya, to keep George from getting out of hand~
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That’s a good suggestion. I know how George feels, as I love my sweets.
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Sometimes you just have to indulge yourself! Isn’t it funny the lengths we will go through! Very nicely told.
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There is no sneaking past these two. 🙂 With a little indulgence on occasion it is easier to please the ‘diabetes police.’
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I had to learn that fact. My doctor called my husband that title, and he actually was proud of it!
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I find it amazing that this catcould have endured a motorbike ride. Mine wouldnt even get in a car unless he was in my lap and once the car started, hed want to jump down by my heels: not cool, if youre driving! Nice sneaky tale.
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Thanks for the comment. I don’t know if he rode with him or happen on his Daddy’s bike while out sowing oats, or whatever cats sow.
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Catnip, perhaps?
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Oh, what a fun story 🙂 He gets his pie now and then, and I hope it’s worth it for him to have to pay the penalty to the diabetes police!
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