Pizza Delivery

I received a text message announcing the delivery of my pizzas. I opened the door to find them sitting on my front steps and caught a glimpse of the drone that had delivered them buzzing away.

“Pizza’s here!” I called. Feet thundered down the steps as children descended on the kitchen.  Jan stationed herself in front of the drink machine and started punching in the drink orders she knew by heart. We . . .

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

5 thoughts on “Pizza Delivery”

  1. A Pizza box open on the dining room table, a few scattered cannibalized pieces within. The kitchen matches the pizza box and the rest of the house is in disarray. Perhaps an empty pizza box on the front porch could become the American universal symbol for “Stay Away”.

  2. Pizza Delivery

    I received a text message announcing the delivery of my pizzas. I opened the door to find them sitting on my front steps and caught a glimpse of the UAV that had delivered it buzzing away.

    “Pizza’s here!” I called.
    Feet thundered down the steps as children descended on the kitchen. Jan stationed herself in front of the drink machine and started punching in the drink orders she knew by heart.

    I waited until the sensor triggered the kitchen table–it moved stealthily out of the wall slot. Five small chairs followed. Then a small plastic tray of cutting knives and five forks slide out.

    We ate, laughed, joked, and relaxed. We enjoyed this little family get-together every Wednesday.

    An hour went by and we slowly got up from our fest. I pushed the button–the Pizza wrappings and scraps were whisked away. The drink cans went into a metal recycle cage.

    2019 was a wonderful year to be alive in.

  3. Tom hated pizza; after ten years of smelling the oily crust mixed with barely thawed cheese and half cooked meats and vegetables, you would hate pizza too. But Tom hated pizza because pizza completely ruined his life, literally. It started as a typical delivery to a regular, Fat Paully.

  4. Because it was timely, the pizza delivery was invigorating and very exciting. Excited by the opportunity to eat pizza, everyone settled in, watched the boxing match, and immensely enjoyed it. The pizza was pleasantly warm and tasty. To eat it made the boxing match irresistibly alluring. We needed another delivery

  5. Address? Well Mr. Pizza man I don’t have an address, but I can give you directions. With caution, drive out of town one mile South on Hwy 43 until you come to a dirt road on your right hand side. Turn onto the road being careful not to lose a tire in some creative digging done by an over eager badger, follow that road until you come to a gnarled willow tree that resembles the head of Medusa. Turn left into our driveway and continue on to the house. Oh, and if you hear any cracking sounds as you drive it might possibly be the local wild man throwing rocks at your vehicle. He doesn’t know any better. We originally thought a family of wolves raised him, but I think everyone now agrees it was probably sasquatches’ because they have opposable thumbs. He is kind of a local celebrity out here in the bush so please don’t turn him into road kill… What? No out of town delivery! Damn you city folk!

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