A little slice of ‘Pizza’

This is a little slice of ‘Pizza’, my latest short story.

And yes, the pun works for me…

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The pizza man lifts out a slice of pizza as delicately as a mid-wife hands over a new-born baby to its mother, and offers it to the apartment owner. His eyes are wide as he drinks in the thick meaty slice, lean on mozzarella but heavy on the tomato and thick chucks of indeterminable meat piled high on the thin base.

The apartment owner takes the slice with great reverence, as though handling a religious artefact, and guides it into his mouth like a ship being guided into a dock. He bites. Chews. Swallows.

Ecstasy crosses his face.

In the meantime the pizza man has tempted the bosses’ wife into a slice. The apartment owner grins wolfishly at her, chewing open-mouthed, face plastered with blood-red tomato sauce.
Delicately, she takes a bite.

“Mmmm, “ she moans, closing her eyes, years dropping away from her.

The apartment owner grabs another bite, nodding encouragement to the bosses’ wife. Suddenly he bites down on something hard. He grunts and fishes out whatever it is he has bitten on.

It is a gold ring.