Tuesday, July 7th
The Midnight Pizza Shack is conveniently located on the corner of Highway 22 and Old Harrow Road. Proudly serving the citizens of Rotbone Ferry since 1966.
Pizza Orders from Tuesday Night July 7th.
Medium Beef Supreme
Christian is in love with the idea of Maria. He hates when other boys talk to her. He wants to take her away from here. Someplace safe from prying eyes. The other day she sat next to him on the bench. Does she know how good she smells? She says “You are such a good friend.” She means it kindly. He smiles and says thank you. Inside he’s angry she said it. Why is she teasing him like that? She is so beautiful. She would look even more beautiful if she belonged to him.
Large Shack Special, Garlic Chicken Wings, Brownie Cookie, Cherry Cola
Wade was fourteen the first time he binged. He remembers feeling out of control, the numbness that settled as he chewed and the blissful punishing sick after. He doesn't remember what he ate but he does remember why. It was the night after his grandmother’s funeral. Everyone had been saying nice things all day to him. It had made his skin itch. He put food in his mouth so he wouldn’t have to answer. They all went home and he kept putting food in his mouth.
No one had died today. Just another shitty Tuesday at the plant after a lonely weekend. He can’t wait to get home so he can be numb again.
Sausage, mushroom and black olive on a gluten free crust, no sauce
Everyone acts like they like Ellie, but she’s unsure. People tolerate her. They let her hang on the edges of social groups, but she knows she’s never really anyone’s favorite. It’s not intentional, at least she doesn't think so. It’s just when bridesmaids are picked, she isn’t asked. When there is a girls weekend, no one mentions it to her. Sure when they organize the big hang outs she gets invited but it feels a bit like getting a valentine because the teacher said everyone has to give them to everyone.
Ellie does not know it yet, but it’s not her. It’s just the people she is trying to be friends with. She’s going to sign up for improv classes next month, and her world is going to burst into color.
Large half pepperoni, half veggie add chicken
When James trusts deep inside her it’s like primordial drum beats. The sounds he makes and the jerk of his hips are like a drug. Savannah can’t comprehend how it’s possible for sex to be this magical. When they grind together she feels fully unshackled.
Is this what life is supposed to be, once you strip away all the tax documents, and the scheduled car maintenance? They have been together for 8 years now. She can’t imagine her life without him. They are getting married in seven weeks. She still can’t get enough of him.
Small black olive and green pepper, garlic knots
Ed is retired now but back in his younger days he mined bauxite. “That’s what they use to make aluminum!” He traveled all over the world going to different bauxite mines. It was an important job, but it feels nice to be home now. He was pretty important back then. He’s important now though. Important to the people that count anyways.
These days he ties flies but never goes fishing. He gives piggy back rides. He goes to every soccer game. Ed is giving up golf and taking up knitting. The grandkids like it when he makes hats for the family pets.
Small Pepperoni add oregano, Lemon Lime Soda
Angelo is sixteen. He buys and sells magic cards. Sometimes in person, sometimes online. He is saving for a car, but not college. Who can afford that these days anyways?
He plays RPGs with his friends every weekend. He always plays a girl. They tease him about it but “someone one should and you dicks won’t” he swipes back. He just likes to imagine the outfits his PCs would wear. That’s all.
He hates how he looks. Shitty cargo shorts and the same five worn t-shirts. Maybe he should make more of an effort, but then he thinks about the cost. Better to save for that car.