FRIDAY FICTIONEERS: Returning Home

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS: EVERY FRIDAY AUTHORS FROM AROUND THE WORLD GATHER TO SHARE THEIR 100-WORDS BASED ON THE PHOTO PROMPT HOSTED BY ROCHELLE WISOFF, OFFERING CONSTRUCTIVE CRIT AND ENCOURAGEMENT TO EACH OTHER. READERS ARE ENCOURAGED TO COMMENT AS WELL. HERE’S MY (SHORT) CONTRIBUTION…

Copyright -Randy Mazie

Copyright -Randy Mazie

I peeked under my lashes as we drove by what was left of the town’s business district, an abandoned, boarded up building to the right.  I was in way over my head. They couldn’t even spell trespassing on the building correctly.The mixed look of horror and disgust only grew as we drove down Main street towards my parent’s house, the only thing worse was the growing volume of the silence between us. I knew by the time we got to my parent’s drive that this relationship was not going to go any further than this very painful Thanksgiving dinner.

—99 words—

 

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Story A Day Sept 24: No Memories of Taste

Sam moved through the motions of the meal.

“Pass the yams.”
“Seconds?”
“No thank you.”
“Empty the plate before dessert.”
Yes, ma’am.”

Food was just a means of energy for Sam and Thanksgiving dinner the ideal hell for someone who could not taste. Especially for someone with no memory of taste at all.

Every year Sam volunteered to carve the turkey so that he could make a wish on the wishbone. Every year he made the same wish, just one taste. Every year he was disappointed.

Sam stared at the depths of the dessert table disheartened.  He could not bring himself to try even one more bite of disappointment.

 

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