PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Cold pizza. Rich with cheese and herbs, the grease spotted the delivery box  and stained the granite counter underneath.

The wine bottle, left uncorked, was half full. Only one goblet, which indicated the person had been alone.

Bits and pieces, the flotsam and jetsam of life, littered the dresser top around the pizza. There weren’t, however, any real clues as to what had happened.  No indication of a fight in the hotel room.  A couple of shopping bags were still full. A brief case was unmolested.

Nothing explained the crumpled body on the sidewalk far below.


56 thoughts on “Lonely

      1. Sascha, I can’t help laughing every time I read one of your pizza comments with your dog’s face staring at me with those eyes! Go on. Give him/her a piece…or even the rest of the pizza!
        xx Rowena

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  1. I’ve been thinking of an OCD lover here. Someone who brings their own glass. A Felix Unger perhaps.
    Otherwise, I think we need to start running a suicide prevention program on Friday Fictioneers. There have been a few too many suicides this week. Something I’m personally attributing to pizza box.
    xx Rowena

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