Short story by  Tanish Aggarwal, 9 years old, student of class 4. Story prompt – Pumpkin pie on a frigid evening

On a frigid evening, in the town where my parents grew up, my siblings and I were alone in our big family home. Our parents were out, visiting family and friends.

We were alone in the big house and we were hungry. I wanted to eat a pumpkin pie and on searching the kitchen drawers, I found an old recipe book of my grandmother. We started gathering the ingredients of the pumpkin pie in my grandmothers kitchen.

Soon, we started cooking the pumpkin pie. The last and the final step was baking it. We switched on the oven and kept the baking tray with the pimple pie inside it. And then waited and waited and waited for it to cook.

Zzzzz Zzzzzzz, I heard a sound and saw that both of my siblings were fast asleep on the kitchen counter. I soon followed the suit.

Ding! Went off the oven’s timer. We all woke up with a start and rushed to open the oven. We were glad to see our pumpkin pie was ready.

We tried to cut it into pieces, but the knife didn’t cut through.We were very upset, we picked it and threw it at the wall. The pumpkin pie didn’t break!

We picked up the pumpkin pie and rushed outside in the garden and started playing throw and catch with the pumpkin pie ball on that frigid evening!