Take Out

Her hands shook as she fumbled out her keys, the pizza box wedged between her arm and the doorframe. Once inside, she set down the box, and locked the deadbolt and chain,  checked the windows.

She grabbed the leftover wine she’d brought home from Saturday’s disastrous blind date and drank straight from the bottle.

She opened the box and ate a slice, still warm.

She’d been paying for her pizza when a man came in, stuck a gun into the cashier’s face and shot her, then ran out.

She’d just stupidly stood there, then picked up her pizza and left.


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  1. rochellewisoff

    Dear Josh,

    I almost feel guilty for clicking the like button. I can see why the MC is shaken. I imagine she’s more likely to slug back the wine than eat the pizza. Wow. Good one.



  2. michael1148humphris

    Disasters come in three, I do hope she does not choke on the pizza. Take out is a great title.

  3. jellico84

    Sadly, in today’s world, this could very well happen. To much danger in ‘being a witness’ to stay and talk to cops. Did you by some chance yank this from last evening’s news…. just sayin’. :) <3 Now, pass me a slice, I'm hungry…

  4. Rowena

    You did this very well. It was so plausible and real. Well done.
    It’s hard to know how we’d respond to witnessing something so heinous and beyond traumatic. She’s just an ordinary person. Not trained to deal with these situations. She was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
    I could see this being the beginning of a longer piece.
    xx Rowena

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