How To Write A Short Story Bradley's Pizzeria

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It was the 9:00 AM on Monday, in the quaint town of Key West, Florida. Bradley, the (owner) of an extremely small run-down pizzeria, was in the middle of mopping as he got ready for his first shift of the morning.
The pizzeria was an old decaying building part of a barren strip mall. Bricks on the outside were crumbling and the massive sign that read “Bradley’s Pizzeria” was blackened with dust and smeared with splashes of dried bird droppings. It’s electric “Open” sign’s last three letter wildly flickered with surges of blue and red while the “O” remained dim. It looked as though the place hadn’t been cleaned or maintained in years. Not only was this sad excuse for a building Bradley’s business, it was also his home.
He sighed and wiped the …show more content…

He had dropped out of school at eighteen because his family couldn't afford post-secondary education. After getting kicked out of his house by his parents, he opened and ran Bradley’s Pizzeria to make ends meet. He cared for his injured wife Ann as well and tended to her hand and foot after a freak car accident two years ago. She sustained a broken leg, but it didn’t heal properly. Her leg was crippled due to the immense pain of the awkward bone growth, but Bradley couldn’t afford to take her to the doctor. He was trying his hardest to somehow make enough money to get her the medical care she needed but also take care of himself and his business. Bradley never thought of himself and always put his wife first. He was forced to marry Ann because he couldn’t find any other woman willing to marry a down on his lucky impoverished fellow such as himself. Bradley had a good heart and did anything he could to please her. He didn’t want to displease the only person in the world that loved him. Or so he thought. In reality, Bradley was too nice for his own …show more content…

Who for?!” She grilled Bradley profusely.
“It’s for you, honey,” Bradley replied quaintly.
“You have been living with that pain in your limp crippled leg for so long, I thought it was time to get it fixed!” He beamed.
“Where did you get the money to get my leg fixed?!” Ann furiously pressed Bradley.
“You know we don’t have that kind of money!”
“I'll tell you when you get back!” Bradley replied.
The ambulance rushed her to the hospital as Bradley watched on with pride and the largest grin stretched across his face. “So long Ann you’ll be better now.”
She returned a couple of hours later in a wheelchair.
“Now tell me how you got that money!” Ann irately hounded Bradley for answers as she got home. “A pixie gave it to me. He saw how much I was struggling and crying with my worries, so he said whenever I shed a tear due to financial worries, he will be there for me.”
Ann was skeptical at first, but she wanted to see if Bradley was telling the truth.
Later that night Ann had a plan. During their dinner, she would start fake crying and forge distress in order to get Bradley sad, so she could see what was going on herself.
She sat at the dinner table twirling her fork of spaghetti with a sad look on her

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