Via #dailypost and #Haibunmonday

Expecting coffee
and being served pie, I am
pleasantly surprised

Myra Jean had once said wild horses couldn’t drag her to a sewing circle with a bunch of old biddies, but here she was. Somehow, her opinions were becoming less intractable since her arrival in that small town. As all the ladies looked up, she realized it was too late to retreat. She imagined everyone was thinking, “Well, look what the cat dragged in,” but what they said was more along the lines of “Bless your heart.”

“You’re in for a treat today,” said the pastor’s wife. Everyone called her by her childhood nickname, “Bitty,” or “Sister Bitty,” but Myra Jean tried to avoid calling her anything at all. “Julia brought some of her lemon curd bars to go with the coffee and sweet tea, and there’s vinegar pie and sweet tomato pie…” Interesting, thought Myra Jean, all that acidity  mixed with sugar.  There may be more to this group than meets the eye. She sat down and picked up a needle.


Origins of the word “treat”: 1250- 1300; Middle English treten (v.) < Old Frenchtretier, traitier < Latin tractāre to drag, handle, treat, frequentative of trahere to drag.


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