Pizza Anyone? Short Story


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Barbara W. Beacham

Mondays Finish the Story (Host: Barbara W. Beacham)

“Pizza anyone?” James grinned and set the pizza on the table.

“Rusty!” I called my Chihuahua.

Rusty chewed all of James’ shoes yesterday. Last night, James threatened to drop him off at RSPCA. I lost my appetite for 24-hours. Starving, I grabbed the pizza.

“Wait, I need to cut it” he said and produced a large kitchen knife. He sliced the pizza and I noticed an odd smell. Perhaps it was our compost that smelt. I quickly ate three slices. It was delicious, yet I could taste something else apart from the cheesy mushroom.

“You having any?” I asked reaching for the fourth slice. “I’m not hungry”. Then, I stopped. There was brown fur on the meaty medallions. I picked it with my fingernail. “What’s this?”

“It’s Rusty! He tastes good huh?” James said. I dropped the slice and ran with my hands on my mouth. (150 words)

24 thoughts on “Pizza Anyone? Short Story”

    1. Hahaha – It was not meant to go further. Thank you very much for reading and commenting. She (dog owner) ran! She may return to table and sort out James. You know how it is, not only men love their dogs; a woman loves her dog too. It could be scary.

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      1. Hi Millie, we were looking at dogs for my boys the last few days. We have owned dogs before we moved here – that’s another story (and I did not eat them). Hahaha…I guess the dog thing was in my head because of the search for puppies. However, having said that, my ancestors were cannibals, but they also ate dogs and other animals. That’s the funny side, we won’t go there. I can’t even imagine anything like that in a pizza for real. Remember that Englishman who put people in pies…?In Port Moresby, I lived next door to some Asians and they told me they raised their dogs for food, which I didn’t like, but PNG does not have any laws to protect the dogs. Down Siassi, coastal Morobe where I come from – they (in their culture eat dogs). Sometimes I could post dogs stories but I know it would often readers so it was good to write a piece of fiction about the topic. Millie – I do love dogs. I swear! 🙂

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      2. Thank you for this really interesting explanation, Joycelin. (And I do believe it when you say you like dogs. I was only ribbing you, of course.) I knew that PNG people in the past were cannibals and that using dogs for food is quite common in several Asian countries. Cats, too, in some places. I suppose it developed on a ‘needs must’basis. All animals would be seen as a valuable source of meat to hungry people. I also know that cannibalism has much deeper meanings – may of them spiritual and so on. I bet you could do a great post about that, too. Anyway, I hope you find the puppies you want. From what you’ve said, your home and big garden sound like doggie heaven.
        I’m really glad you’re joining in the FF challenges. They are such fun to do, and stories range from hilarious and totally far-fetched to motr serious or emotional ones. However the prompt takes you. I hadn’t heard about how bad crime is in Port Moresby until I just looked it up, and I imagine the Engishman you mention about pies from human meat mst have been Sweeney Todd. Such a nice man! Enjoy the Easter weekend with your lovely sons. 🙂

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      3. Now, Joycelin – you’re asking a techno-phobic idiot questions she can’t answer properly! Yes, I am on Google+ but I don’t know how it works. (I know – I’ll put my Dunce’s hat on in a mo.) I have a gmail address I used once when Louise kindly opened it for me. I’ll have to get her round to tell me what I should do with the thing now. Two people made contact with me, but that’s as far as it went. 🙂

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  1. Oh my, I did not expect that to happen!
    Rusty may have chewed all his shoes, but I think James might need some help.
    Nevertheless, a great story!

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