draliman on life

Here is my contribution to Mondays Finish the Story, hosted every week by Barbara Beacham. We get a photo, a starting sentence and 150 words.

I was very busy at work and couldn’t think of a story so I’ve done some dialogue. A little snippet of life, between two old friends, perhaps, meeting for lunch. Or maybe a husband and wife.

Click on the blue froggy to read the other stories. The opening sentence is in bold in my story.

“Pizza anyone?”

“Mmm, pizza. Food of the gods.”

“Food of the gods?”

“Pizza – Italian, right? Italy, Rome, Roman gods – Zeus and such. QED.”

“’Jupiter.’ Zeus was Greek, moron.”

“Whatever. Dig in! Mmm. Argh! Wait! What is this nonsense?”

“What’s wrong now?”

“A strange taste… in my mouth… little black globes of death…”

“Olives.”

“Olives? Urgh.”

“If you don’t like them pick them off, for God’s sake. Stop making a meal out of everything.”

“Ha! ‘Meal.’ Well punned.”

“Can I have your olives, then?”

“If you’re sure you wanna risk it, go ahead.”

“If you don’t like olives, why did you order olives?”

“You gotta take the good with the bad.”

“But you’re picking the ‘bad’ off.”

“It’s the principal of the thing. Pass me the garlic bread.”

“’Please’ would be nice.”

“Mmm, garlic bread. Argh! A strange taste… in my mouth… little shredded cloves of death…”

“That’s the garlic. Shoot me now.”