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The Two sit across from one another, their gaze held by the flame of a single candle, burning steady and still in the cut-glass candlestick; their relationship had been nothing like, for the past three months.
Between them sprawled what remained of a home-made sourdough pizza, gnawed-on crusts curving desultory and resentful in the pan, all accoutrements – thick, herbed tomato sauce, curvy pepperoni slightly browned, fresh Roma tomatoes, thin-sliced onion and salty kalamata, mozzarella stretched rich and full and sensuous enough to soothe even the most unruffled spirit – having been disappeared into mouths hungry for what The Two had never had together.
One throws down a cloth napkin, shotgun-smeared with grease and tomato, grabbing up a coffee mug of Malbec and hissing, “Is this a game for you?”
“If this were a game, I’d actually be having fun now, wouldn’t I?” The other sucks the dregs from their own cup, coughs and stands up, chair shrieking alarm at what’s been witnessed too many times before.
Heavy footsteps, jacket snatched from a sunken, trembling couch, and the door slams hard enough to crack the jamb and sprinkle the worn wooden floor with plaster.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2024)
Valley of the Trolls 
Suddenly I feel very hungry. Is there some pizza here?
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All gone, and now he’s gone, so maybe we call a couple of friends, crack open a chianti, and sit on the fire escape stairs?
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What an excellent idea!🍷
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No matter how good the pizza, it’s not worth the atmosphere.
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Maybe the next story should be titled “The Last Saturday Night”. Yikes!
Was kinda wishing I had a pizza after reading that description. Thanks a lot, Liz, lol
Always puzzling why couples like that hang on.
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Sadly, maybe because their comfort zone (familiarity) is their happy place.
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Yikes. It’s like being there. And I don’t want to be. But what a scene you’ve painted.
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Thanks, D!
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That pizza sounds delicious, but it seems that there is too much offense being taken between by those two to enjoy it. Nice tale of relationships falling apart.
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Thanks, Frank! Yeah, makes one wonder what the final ingredient is, or will be.
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🖤 Very Virginia Woolf. I wonder if she ate pizza?
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And what she put on hers…?
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…shotgun-smeared with grease.
…stands up, chair shrieking alarm
Very cool.
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Thank you, Clark. Wanted to evoke a mood…
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That pizza certainly sounds delicious!
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…but now it’s all gone…thanks to door slamming Kevin! 😲
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Ooh! Now you’ve left me with many questions?
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