Temptation

By Sonya Bengali

It tempted me to come closer. It was a strange sensation that I wanted it but I didn’t. It wasn’t mine, but it looked so delicious. A bite couldn’t hurt, or maybe two. Was anybody looking? Surely nobody would notice. My tight anxious body sat up straight at the booth nearest to the counter. With my eyes watering, my mouth drooled as I stared at the steamy sensation. My tongue ran over my dry parched lips. Oh it looked so perfect! Soft thick squishy dough, perfected to a circle. There was an ideal amount of the delectable crimson red sauce, made with the ripest tomatoes, and a medium-thick layer of wonderful melted mozzarella cheese. Drizzled with olive oil and fresh herbs, I decided to make my move.

Carefully, quietly, and stealth fully, I made my way up to the counter and snatched the big white plate away from the marble. Rushing back to my seat, my eyes glistened. It was mine, it was ALL mine!! With no hesitation, my starved mouth tore into the Italian delight. Mouthful after mouthful, I dove face first into warm masterpiece, eating like a wild pig. People stared and snickered, but I didn’t care. Nothing could separate me from my dinner. The grease from the cheese coated my rough palms, and red tomato sauce stains lined my lips.

Chewing contently with my cheeks and stomach full, I heard a terrifying voice and jumped from my seat. Slowly turning around, my eyes laid upon an extremely obese woman. She was nobody to mess with. My jaw dropped and I stared at her with utmost horror.

“Excuse me boy, but that was my pizza!”

In a flash I was out of my seat and sprinting out the door with a long awaited full feeling in my stomach.