Entry 116: Pie from Spain
Years ago, I had a dream about a short love story that took place in Spain...
Two foreigner friends, possibly American, were walking and chatting by the docks on a sunny day in Spain. The seagulls were cawing, and the piers were packed with merchants and fishermen. As the two pals made their way through the crowds, with total disregard for others' personal space, they spot a beautiful Spanish lady ahead of them.
The woman was fair and humble, carrying a load of produce for trading, and her hair was frizzy from the summer's heat. Her skin was dark, but her youthfulness radiated with beauty. The two guys made crude cat-calls as they passed her, and she scoffed and yelled back at them, to which the men laughed at her feeble dismissal.
As the day went by, the two went into a small convenience store owned by a local fisherman, who in his old age was easygoing and quiet. After joking around at all the odd snacks they find in the store, they bump into the girl they saw at the docks. Both of them attempt to woo the young lass, but the store owner intervenes as he carries a pie from the counter. One of the guys shoves the pie into the old man, and the young lady yells at them even louder, asking why they would do such a thing to her grandfather.
After being kicked out of the store, the two men laugh their worries away as they retreat of the night. During the evening, one of the men feels slightly responsible for his actions, so he heads back to the store to apologize, and perhaps ask the girl for her number.
As he steps in the store, the young lady sees him and barks at him, demanding that he leaves right away. The young man smiles and tries to apologize at the crazed woman, but his grin quickly disappears when he catches something off the corner of his eye. The lady notices the panic in his face, and she turns around to see a man at the counter holding her grandfather at gunpoint. She screams in fright, which causes the robber to turn at them.
The foreigner pushes the lady into the snack aisle and he darts at the assailant. After a gunshot is heard, the young man tackles the robber through the store window and the two of them fall half-a-story onto the dock. The gunman is out cold, but the foreign man can't get up; he was shot.
The lady runs outside and tends to the young man, who can barely hold his own head up as his life starts to slip away. Tears pour out of the woman's face, and the foreigner musters all of his last strength to say, "I'm sorry about the pie..."