The Humble Pizza

Barbara Beacham is the kind host of Monday’s Finish the Story. Every week a photo and the first sentence of the story is shared and the challenge is to finish the story in 100 – 150 words. Thanks Barbara for this week’s photo and the challenge.

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Finish the story begins with:Pizza anyone?”

Everyone smiled as the waiter asked this question. Hank thought it was silly to take orders in such a manner. However, when the waiter stood near Hank and asked this question he answered in a yes.

The waiter showed him the way to a chair. A 6″ humble pizza with lots of cheese, olives, tomatoes and bacon was kept in front of him.

“This is our special pizza and is absolutely free,” said the waiter.

He sat to eat. The first bite was tasty…then, spicy and… then, hot. In five minutes time all his senses were surrendered to the hot sauce in the pizza.

In desperation he gestured for water.

“Sorry sir. No water. You’ve entered ‘The Wall of Pizza’. You can choose to run or finish.”

Hank stood up as his will power was paralyzed and thoughtfulness was clogged.

“Guys, we have another loser on the wall,” announced the waiter and everyone applauded.

 

 

Art on Display

Rochelle is the kind host of FRIDAY FICTIONEERS and every week she shares a photo with us. All we have to do is write a story in 100 words or less. Hundred words flow quite easily but less is always challenging for me. I admire all the other writers and enjoy their reads as everyone is likely to tell a different story.

This week’s photo is shared by Lauren Moscato. Thank you Lauren.

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Copyright © Lauren Moscato

Any day the door attracted more comments than guests.

Becky and Rose passed ‘The Crane House’ and started talking.

“Why did he build this?” asked Becky.

“He says it’s art on display.” added Rose.

“Art follows beauty. Forget beauty it doesn’t even have a purpose.” said Becky.

“His art has tainted our village. ‘Piece of art’ he calls it – that is, if it is art at all.” said Rose.

Their voices grew dimmer along with their figures.

Crane could spend an entire day listening to such chatters. Crane got up to answer the door bell. A boy handed him a sealed letter.

Crane’s eyes ran through the sea of words. With a smile he said, “So, the villagers have filled a case against me – for my artwork.”