Pizza Hunting

Cat Rotator’s Quarterly has a short fiction post I heartily recommend (hat tip to Bayou Renaissance Man). Here’s a clip to whet your appetite:

Gina, holding her breath, watched as the wild pizza rippled toward the trap.

“Quiet,” Lui hissed. “Don’t spook it. We need it all the way in the box.”

It acted suspicious, moving slowly between the spiny, stunted trees. She couldn’t tell what kind it was yet, but she really hoped it wasn’t another black olive. No one had managed to find an olive breed that didn’t squirt foul smelling brine when they got mad or scared. The pizza fluttered along, closer and closer. It stopped flat, studying the box, then eased part of its crust in. Gina exhaled as quietly as she could, then inhaled. She caught a bit of spicy red scent as the breeze puffed across the trap. Now half the pizza lay in the box, and she eased her finger back, taking the slack out of the trigger. The last bit of crust flopped into the box.

“Snap!” She pulled the trigger and the top of the flat box dropped…

With a start like that how can anyone not read the rest?

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3 Responses to Pizza Hunting

  1. Robert says:

    Got hungry just reading the subject field in the email. Started reading your post and I swear I could smell pizza..oh, wait, roomie is cooking something pizza-like. Nevermind! Gotta go read the rest now. Too bad I’m too cheap to pay for pizza delivery.

  2. Dwan Seicheine says:

    It’s the Pineapple and Ham pizzas that are really sneaky.

  3. Robert says:

    I read Pizza Hunting. Funny. Thanks for the link.

    This morning I rotated my cat by one quarter but nothing unusual happened. Am I doing something wrong? Perhaps I’m rotating her along the wrong axis. Should I try 180 degrees or would that be too much displacement?

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