Smell and Memory

by Otempora42

Ned thinks about his mother, and remembers why he bakes pies. Drabble, oneshot.

This is an old drabble I wrote over on LJ, and, since I'm still fairly proud of it, I felt like posting it here.

Disclaimer: I don't own Pushing Daisies.

Smell and Memory

The Pie maker had read somewhere that smell was tied closely to memory, and he believed it.

Wasn't that why he had chosen his profession? Baking pies reminded him of his mother. How she had been taken away from him, not only once, but twice.

The pie maker didn't think he would ever forget his mother. Yet it comforted him to be surrounded by the smell and warmth of pies. That way he could never lose the smell of her skin, or the warmth of her smile. And by making pies, he gave back what had been taken from him.