Monday’s finish the story

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Finish the story begins with:Pizza anyone?”

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© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

“Pizza anyone?” Mary-Sue’s voice rang.

When there came no answer, she turned to scan over the tired, defeated faces of her team. The match had been tough on everyone, including the coach. She closed her eyes, thinking of how her girl’s had been set up to play against the most mature ten-year-olds she had ever seen. Frankly, she was afraid for them.

It was a bloodbath. No amount of happy sunshine or sips of her ‘special’ coach-juice, could rectify the day. They lost five to nothing.

A little hand reached up and tugged on her shirt. Natalie had a large bruise where the soccer ball collided with her forehead. She went down hard.

“I’ll have a slice, mama,” she said, softly. Mary-Sue slid a hot slice onto a paper plate for her.

Soon the others came up to the table. At least a little pizza could lift their spirits.

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