Title: Feeding the Soul
Source: Flash Fiction Challenge
Prompt: Write a story that includes pizza.
Word count: 99 words
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Saffron sunk the measuring cup into the container. The flour poofed, and billowing white clouds dusted the counter. The scent of yeast permeated the kitchen, as she worked the tacky, gloppy mess until it formed a loose ball.
The heel of her hand pushed into the dough and rolled it to its starting point. She kneaded the dough to a silky smoothness. After a quick rise, she created a rough circle and added simple toppings. The hot oven melted the mozzarella and browned the crust on her classic Margherita Pizza.
Accolades were nice, but baking was its own reward.
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Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer
Jo Hawk 
I find that baking helps clear my head. That is a reward in itself. Loved your story, Jo. 🙂
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Yes, Shweta, baking is so calming. The majority of the time I never eat what I bake, but I hear it is delicious. 😊
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Haha! At home, I never got to eat what I bake so I assume it must have tasted good. But right now, I can eat all that I bake because it’s just me. So my frequency has reduced a bit. Because there’s only so much that I can eat! 😀
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Yummy. I want that pizza now.
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I have plenty to share. 🍕
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Lol!
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your words were like the restorative motions of kneading the dough
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I’m glad that came through. Kneading dough is very relaxing and a bit of a workout. 🙂
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And what a lovely name for a baker. Well done with the pacing, too.
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Thank you for another inspiring prompt, Charli.
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