Weathering Pies and Blackmail
I read the note, the crude letters printed in red ink mocking me: "I know what you did to the weatherman. Pay me $100,000 or I'll go to the cops and tell them about the pastry incident."
How could anyone know? The plan succeeded, with a late night of working together leading to the promise of strawberry rhubarb pie. Then the switch, serving him the cherry-laced pie, knowing of his allergy. One anaphylactic shock later, and his weatherman job was mine. It was foolproof.
Wait, the pastry cook who made the pies. He’s the blackmailer. Now he’ll pay, not me...
The Prompt:
You get a blackmail letter. It says, "I know what you did to the weatherman. Pay me $100,000 or I'll go to the cops and tell them about the pastry incident."
What did you do with the weatherman? And what was the pastry incident?
Your story may be serious or lighthearted or as silly as you like so long as it is 100 or fewer words.












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