Jake’s Feast

“I’d like a pizza with everything,” said the gruff voice.

“Including anchovies?”

More gruffly, “I said everything didn’t I? Of course, with anchovies.”

Later, the gruff voice came in to pick up his pizza. The voice matched the man; tall, thick and unshaven.

He arrived at the game well before the dealer opened the first deck of cards and shortly before the players took their seats. “Pizza’s here.”

“Not with anchovies, I hope.”

“I like anchovies.”

“You’re the only one.”

“So pick ‘em off,” because he knew better. “Leave ‘em behind for Jake.”

And so the cat feasted.

(This is a 100 Word Challenge response.)

About Fran Hart

Disciple of Christ, earning a living as the director of US-based operations for a Taiwanese company, managing an engineering organization while carving out time to write. Wife, Mother, Grandmother.
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One Response to Jake’s Feast

  1. Tara R. says:

    Lucky Jake.