The Little Man

The little man was willing to travel any distance for the perfect slice of pizza. He was so little that he could literally build a home on top of a pizza. If only he could find the perfect one, he would settle down and stop his endless searching.

He had spent several years in Italy, moving from city to city, and after many airplane rides had narrowed it down to Sicily. Although he started reminiscing about Florence.

He was afraid to pick a final pizza, in a finite location; this he equated with death.

If he kept moving, like a shark, he wouldn't die.

This is what he told himself, anyway, and he chose to believe it.

(From Writer's Emporium Club, September 22, 2011)