Happy Thanksgiving

For those of you who live where Thanksgiving is celebrated today, I hope you have a great Thanksgiving dinner and gathering with friends and family.

Maybe this year it will be different than last year’s Thanksgiving, when Uncle Henry got drunk and became abusive after Aunt Mary kept hitting him with those thinly veiled digs about what a failure he is.

And maybe Grandpa won’t keep bringing up all of his nutty conspiracy theories that he heard on Fox News and will stop complaining about how the American culture is going down the tubes thanks to all of those “goddam woke libtards.” And perhaps this year Mom won’t be standing there all akimbo when Dad inevitably screws up carving the turkey that she slaved over for hours.

Yes, maybe at this year’s Thanksgiving get together, everyone will be on their best behavior and will be thankful for everything they have. Maybe then it will be a perfect, Norman Rockwell-like Thanksgiving.

Yeah, right! It will probably be more like this:

Written for these daily prompts: The Daily Spur (uncle), Your Daily Word prompt (veiled), Ragtag Daily Prompt (conspiracy/akimbo), Word of the Day Challenge (culture), My Vivid Blog (thankful), and Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (everything).

#WDYS — To Grandma’s House We Go

“Where are we going, Momma?” Doris asked.

“Where going to Grandma’s house, sweetie,” Alyse responded.

“We usually drive to Grandma’s house, Momma. Why are we walking through the forest?” Doris asked.

“This time we’re going over the river and through the woods,” Alyse said. “It’s located very deep in the forest. Isn’t it beautiful here with the rays of the sun peeking through the branches of the trees.”

Doris looked around. “Yes, but the sun seems to be setting. Will we get there before it gets dark? I’m afraid of the dark.”

“Oh yes, sweetie,” Doris’ mother answered. “And once we get there, Grandma will be ready to have us for dinner.” She smiled down at her little girl, but the smile was different from her mother’s usual warm smile. It looked almost sinister to young Doris.

“Momma, are we going to a different house than the one we always go to when we visit Grandma?” Doris was feeling worried.

“You’ll see, sweetie.”

In a little while, just as the sun set, Doris and her mother arrived at a cabin. Alyse knocked on the door and an old woman, one Doris had never seen before, answered. Alyse grabbed Doris’ hand and pulled her inside.

“Hello, Doris,” the woman said. Doris smelled the old woman’s bad breath, saw her yellowish eyes, and her large brown teeth. “Come into the kitchen, my dear. Now that you’ve arrive, we can start cooking dinner.”

Doris looked up at her mother, whose appearance seemed to have changed since they arrived at Grandma’s. Her eyes were also yellowish, her teeth were brown. Doris backed away. “Come Doris, let’s help Grandma fix dinner,” Alyse said.

Tears started flowing down Doris’ cheeks. “What is Grandma fixing for dinner?” She asked.

Both her mother and her grandma had transformed fully into ugly witches. “Oh sweetie, it’s not ‘what,’ but ‘who,’” the two women cackled.

Written for Sadje’s What Do You See prompt. photo credit: James Wheeler @ Unsplash.

A Not So Happy Anniversary

It was their tenth anniversary and he had arranged to take her out to her favorite restaurant. Suddenly his cellphone started to vibrate and Jeff pulled it out of his back pocket and started to read his text message. Tina picked up her water glass and tossed its wet contents in his direction.

Jeff ducked to one side so that most of the water missed hitting him in the face. “What the fuck, Tina?” he said, picking up his napkin and drying off his phone.

“It’s our anniversary, Jeff,” Tina said, tears welling up in her eyes. Can’t you even attempt to make me a priority for just one night?”

“Are you serious? Where’s the gratitude for all the years I’ve devoted to you and our family?” Jeff asked his wife. “Why are you always so volatile? You’re embarrassing yourself.”

“Maybe if you experienced a just a little of the emotional abuse you’ve been putting me through for years, you might appreciate the anguish I’m feeling. But go ahead and respond to whatever text message you got. I know where your priorities lie.”

Written for these daily prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (direction), Ragtag Daily Prompt (duck), The Daily Spur (gratitude), Your Daily Word Prompt (volatile), and Word of the Day Challenge (anguish).

The Catered Affair

“Okay, so the menu is set,” Dave said. “The guests will have their choice of beef, chicken, or vegetarian meals.”

“What about Uncle George?” Elaine asked. “He eats only fish.”

“This is not a game, Elaine,” Dave said. “We’re not adding a fish meal option to the menu just because of that eccentric, ichthyophagous uncle of yours. I’m telling you, we’re going to stay the course.”

“Oh, Dave, how difficult would it be to add a fish option? I’m sure there are other guests who might prefer fish,” Elaine said.

“Fine!” Dave said, throwing his hand up in resignation. “I’ll call the caterers and see what they can do to add a fish option. I just don’t want anymore turmoil.”

“Thank you, honey,” Elaine said, giving her husband a peck on the cheek.

“Anything not to have to listen to your incessant whining,” Dave said.

Written for these daily prompts: The Daily Spur (game), Word of the Day Challenge (ichthyophagous), Ragtag Daily Prompt (stay), . Your Daily Word Prompt (turmoil), and Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (incessant).