April floated in the ship’s tiny kitchen/science station, staring intently at the double-hulled safety oven. It had taken her an hour of prep work to wrestle the pie into shape before snapping down the metal lid, chasing a few stray blueberries that managed to float out of the pastry case.
She should’ve waited until they were under station gravity to bake, but after Xlarx had said that Earth didn’t make anything edible, she was going to make him eat his words.
April’s grandfather said love was his secret ingredient, but she found that in a pinch, spite would substitute.

“Pie!” by mazaletel is licensed under CC BY 2.0.

Everyday Drabbles © 2025 by Hugh J. O’Donnell is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 4.0