Pizza Pie – Friday Fictioneers

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers, a group of writers who attempt to write a 100-word story based on a photo prompt. This week’s photo is brought to us by Dale Rogerson, who I understand has a birthday today. So, Happy Birthday, Dale! Cheers! And thanks for the pizza.:)

My story went a bit over. I apologize. I did my best to cut.

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Dale Rogerson(105 words)

Pizza Pie

“He owns a deli.” Chuck surveyed the baseball field of short-legged participants.

“Remember the party with the limos,” Janice persisted.

“Giuseppe is just a neighbor with a big family.”

“That’s what I’m saying.”

The hot dog line was long. They chose the empty pizza booth instead.

“Hi, Giuseppe. I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“My nephew’s on a team. You guys want pizza?” Giuseppe gestured toward a tower of boxes. “Half price. You never had a pizza pie like this.”

Janice didn’t think they had a choice. No matter. Whenever hunger consumed them, Chuck and Janice dreamed of Giuseppe’s cold pizza pie. Simply the best.


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45 thoughts on “Pizza Pie – Friday Fictioneers

  1. When someone has a big family like Giuseppe, I’m sure you do feel compelled to buy pizza from him πŸ˜‰ And when they say “it’s to die for”, you want it to mean that the pizza tastes good and not something else….

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  2. The line of limos has me thinking it’s best not to cross Giuseppe. And cold pizza is better than no pizza. Fun and unsettling at the same time. Well done.

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    1. Thanks, Sarah Ann. If I had more space I would have added how his neighbor could maybe, uh, just give them the pizza! No, not Giuseppe. Half-price and cold. But I’ve a lot of cold pizza that tasted pretty good to me. πŸ™‚


    1. Pizza for breakfast, pizza for lunch….I had a lot of pizza in college. I thought I might never eat it again, but I do! Thanks, Dawn. I hope you had a chance to have a slice.


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