“Why do I love you?” she asks his reflection in the mirror as she folds the hand towel over a pile of ice and he apologizes again and again, promising to never hit her again for the fourth time this month.
I’ve ignored his calls for two weeks. But he’s persistent.
“I don’t want to lead him on.”
“But he’s such a nice guy.”
I don’t know what it is, but he reminds me of my ex, who was emotionally abusive, manipulative, who stalked me during and after the relationship, called me again and again, said I’d be stupid to end things with him, because he’s such a nice guy…
I turn off my phone.
Monday’s One-Minute Fiction challenges you to write a story in one minute, no more, no less, based on the prompt provided. Last Monday’s prompt was a bit repetitive… again and again
Grandma hobbles around the kitchen, fixing everyone’s plate.
She’s deep fried the cornbread, and the turkey. The yams are mostly sugar. So is everything else on the table.
“A salad?” she says, hand on her hip. “Girl, don’t you know Thanksgiving calories don’t count?”
“Thanks, but no thanks, Grandma.”
I’d rather have both my feet than diabetes.
Do you follow the #ThanksgivingClapBack memes on social media? I imagine that last line could easily be one of them, though I wouldn’t dare say it to my Grandma. By the way, she has both her feet. 😉
Monday’s One-Minute Fiction challenges you to write a story in one minute, no more, no less, based on the prompt provided. All November, I’m giving you Thanksgiving-themed prompts. Today’s prompt is thanks, but no thanks
To my readers in the States, will you be traveling for Thanksgiving this week? Whether you’re driving or flying, you should expect delays. So try not to get too frustrated. This is a time to be “thankful” after all.
Written for #MicroMondays, click here for challenge details, and here to read more “stupid” tales at 21 words.
Uncle Ted takes a drag, holds it in, eases into the lawn chair next to me.
“Your mama burned the turkey. And you know Betty can’t cook no damn mac and cheese.” He inhales again, passes it to me. “This might make it taste better.”
I shake my head. “You forget, old man. I’ve lived with her my whole life, been smoking half of it.” I puff, breath, puff again.
Monday’s One-Minute Fiction challenges you to write a story in one minute, no more, no less, based on the prompt provided. All November, I’m giving you Thanksgiving-themed prompts. Today’s prompt is pass the…