Friday Fictioneers – 100 Words

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
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MY PIZZA
I nipped up stairs to get washed up, and changed; dying to get stuck into my pizza I had bought on the way home from work. Nothing special, just plain cheese with a sprinkling of herbs. Nearly dressed when I realise I can smell it, as though it had just been opened. Slippers sorted, I rush, holding onto the banisters, I jump. Kitchen, there on the side, my pizza opened, 2 pieces gone, I screamed, ‘I have a knife’, “Great” was instant retort, touch of humour detected, then laughing her head off, the wife, “Home early, helped myself”, PHEW!
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Friday Fictioneers