“There’s nothing like an argument over dessert,” I flung a spoonful of whipped cream onto his cherry pie.
He stabbed a piece, shoved it in his mouth, and pointed the fork at me. “You started it.”
“Lovely. Now we’re twelve?”
He leaned back, arms crossed. “Go to hell.”
“Maybe,” I shrugged. “Maybe I’ll even see you there. But, for me, not today.”
“What’s that supposed to…” he grabbed his throat, glaring at me.
“Don’t worry, love,” I took a bite of my chocolate cake. “The choking won’t last long. Your heart will give out before it becomes too uncomfortable.”
July 20, 2017 prompt: Pie – In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that features a pie.