Heavenly Pizza Part 1

Heavenly Pizza Part 1

Draft_2

By: Chase L. Currie

Ring, ring, ring...

“Heavenly Pizza, what can we get for you tonight?” The dull voice says over the phone, Zoey sitting at the counter with her chin against her hand as she wishes she was outside and not in a dull, dull pizza place. Then the voice speaks on the other end, she stands up, smiling, as the man says, “Dear Lord, I need you again.”

“Yes!” She whispers to herself, the man is calling again, for weeks now there has been this man calling the pizza hut thinking it was Heaven and who every he was talking he thought was God. At first they just hung up on the man but Zoey just plays along now and so does most the people working at the hut. It's fun and Zoey feels like she helping someone, even if she playing into this man sickness. “How can I help my son?” She asks, the man never gave his name nor has anyone really asked for it.

“I can't do it, I can't make it...I'm the loser,” He weeps on the other side. Wow, she thinks, he's really messed up tonight.

“Don't cry my son,” she says calming him down then quickly asking, “Why do you feel like a loser tonight?”

“Today at work,” he starts to explain, “I stood there looking out the window at the world and all I could think about was, I was locked away in this Hell. My boss was yelling at me for asking too many question. Questions! And all I could do was looked out the window...”

“Know how that feels,” she tells him.

He laughs at little then asks, “Do they have windows in Heaven?”

“Why yes we do.”

“That's good to know,” he tells her, going back to his story, “but as I was standing the a tear came to me eye. The time that falls off the clock, the hours I waste putting things on a shelf, the disrespect I take for not enough paid from a boss how hate her life more than anyone I know. It hit me that suns and planets are born and die every second I am here. And what am I doing, asking people if they need help...why does anyone care about the pen I find for them or the ink I get them, it doesn't matter in the grant plan of is all, because the universe is always moving. It's always making new life and taking it and I'm standing still. I'm not going any where. I am not moving, am not being born or destroy, I am not changing, I'm just waiting for the end. SO, I can't...can't do it, not anymore, I should just end it...now.”

“Don't do that,” she says, “and you are moving, you may not know but you are. Every day is another day for you to walk down the path less traveled because no one else has ever travel your path before. You are not loser, you have a story to be told about everything up to now— and soon you'll get to Heaven but you must first paid your dues. You just have keep the faith, you understand me?”

“I do my Father thy art in Heaven,” he replies, “Thank you so much.”

“No problem,” she smiles, “I'll talk to you next week and remember every Friday kids eat for free at Heavenly Pizza.”