Flash Fiction: Pizza Pie

The prompt this week from Carrot Ranch is to write about pizza. Truth? I think pizza is just okay, certainly not what I would request for a last meal. Every once in a great while I get a hankering for sausage and mushroom pizza or a white pizza with spinach, sausage and mushrooms but it is pretty rare. I eat pizza a few times a year because of the family and usually just one piece. Now brownies are a whole different story!

“To Pizza or not to Pizza?”

I frowned walking into the break area.  Pizza again? While I didn’t mind working late I was tired of pizza being the only food provided.  What about subs or fried chicken for once? 

I suppose this is what one gets working in a predominately male environment.  And there was no way I was going to take over food duty.  I had worked way too hard to get near the top. I have heard most people leave their jobs because of their boss.  Would I be the first person to leave because of food? Don’t be silly, of course not!

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