This bit of flash fiction, or more like essay, is a result of this week’s Carrot Ranch Literary Community blog prompt: key lime pie. It’s funny the kinds of associations one makes, isn’t it?

Key lime pie tastes of freedom in tropical paradise.  

The lime, a citrus hybrid, grows in places like the Florid Keys and the islands of the Caribbean, reminding me of Ernest Hemingway, tucked away in the Keys, writing of the Spanish Civil War, Fidel and Raul Castro, and Che Guevara overthrowing the Batista regime in Cuba. Farther back in time—probably before agronomists developed key limes—the blacks in Haiti rose up in a slave rebellion that freed Haiti from French colonial rule and abolished slavery there.

Do you suppose any of those revolutionaries celebrated with key lime pie?

Can’t you see Hemingway lounging on beach with a mojito?