Said the new Apprentice Meat Pasty Pastry Case End Trimmer brandishing his snippers aloft in a rather careless way.
“Are there that many, boy?”
Questioned the Chief Meat Pasty Pastry Chef in reply from the farther end of the conveyor.
“Did thee cut off too thickly? Did thee waste a lot a pastry?”, he added.
The boy assessed the damage and wondered if he’d done wrong.
“Ney, lad, don’t fret. We’ll cover them bits in cheese and ground black pepper and bake ‘em with the rest, then we’ll have a nibble while we wait on turkey to roast. Ma’s bought a bird big as an ostrich this year, and we won’t be eating him before teatime, I reckon.”
Relieved, the boy grinned, put down his snippers and skipped off to the fridge to get the round of cheddar.
This week’s Flash Fiction story was inspired by the picture kindly provided by Yarnspinnerr.
Happy Christmas, Everyone.
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