Monthly Archives: August 2017
Stoned-Oven Pizza
photo by Cathal Mac an Bheatha via Unsplash
These days you can get pizzas with jalapeño peppers and taco sauce, BBQ chicken, cheeseburgers, pineapples, strawberries and apples, fish, macaroni and cheese, and mashed potatoes on top!
But Louis was a purist; a second generation pizzeria owner who followed his grandmother’s original recipe, and it showed on Friday nights when the locals lined the block waiting hours for a slice of Mama Maria’s traditional pizza pie.
Some people believe tradition is an archaic chain to the past but Mama knew what she was doing when she insisted on strict adherence to the family recipe: dough rolled in cornmeal, brushed with olive oil, fresh tomato sauce, Italian sausage, mozzarella and a sprinkle of her secret herb blend…that smelled a bit like oregano!
😉~kat
A Three Line Tale for Sonya’s challenge inspired by the photo above by Cathal Mac an Bheatha via Unsplash.
Biff
Pictured above, my rescue pup, Winston,
who agreed to pose for my story. He’s my
Love Bug.
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Biff was my neighbor’s dog.
They were nice people, but every chance he got, he’d find a way to my front door.
“Come on Biff,” I’d say, scratching his ear, “time to go home.”
One day the neighbors showed up at my door. “We think he’s chosen you.”
Biff is my dog…
~kat
52 Words (exactly) Tale for Sonya’s 52 Weeks 52 Word Challenge. This week’s theme is “The Persistent Dog”.
The Power of Adversity
“Closet-Shower by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Success is to be measured not so much by the position that one has reached in life as by the obstacles which he has overcome. —Booker T. Washington
“Hurry it up Lucy! I gotta goooo!”
“Almost done, Stuuuu-eeey,” Lucy snickered, delighting in the thought of him dancing outside the door, clutching his groin.
“Okay!” Stuart squealed. He knew she didn’t mean it. She never did. His only goal was to avoid further humiliation by restraining nature’s call until granted access to the privy. He didn’t always win. Eventually he figured out that he could avert the entire ordeal by rising 15 minutes earlier every morning.
Years later at a family gathering Stuart thanked his sister for inspiring his success.
“What? Whatever Stu-ey!” Lucy didn’t get it of course.
~kat
Another 100 words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneer’s Challenge prompted by her photo of a closet-shower above. This week I had two different stories pop into my head.
Displaced
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Field
She winced at the bruised reflection emerging, scored by the shrill squeal produced by the slow, circular motion of her wet hand on the mirror.
“I loathe you, you know. You’re weak. You’re nothing!” She surrendered to the voices in her head, letting them to spill through her lips, hot tears burning her swollen cheeks.
No one believed her; not even the women. He was an esteemed community leader…board chair for the battered women’s shelter, a church deacon, little league coach.
She packed a few belongings and disappeared quietly; no note, no goodbyes. That is how nothing leaves a room.
~kat
100 words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneer’s Challenge prompted by her photo of a closet-shower above.
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