A Slice of Action

I marched straight into the kitchen following a warm, savory scent. Up on the dining table sat an open takeout box containing a leftover pizza crust sprinkled with baked cheese. It looked like home plate. I hauled a wooden toothpick from a small glass holder and gripped it like a sturdy bat. Squaring my feet on a paper napkin, I lined up my stance against an olive slice resting on the cardboard. One clean swing sent the olive rolling straight into the corner of the box. That is what I call a solid hit.