#1MinFiction: Thanksgiving Calories Don’t Count

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. ūüėČ

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

#1MinFiction: Acquired Taste

“Pass the dutch, young blood.”

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.

“It doesn’t.”


Monday‚Äôs 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…

#1MinFiction: Endless Prayer

I’m hungry, my tastebuds ready to feast. The game starts in thirty minutes, but Grandma is still praying.

“And it is in the mighty name of Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior, Your precious Son, who gave His life, in whom we give our thanks…”

Cousins James and Tyrek both squeeze my hands, all of us anticipating the one word that has eluded us for the last ten minutes: Amen.


Monday’s One-Minute Fiction  challenges you to write a story in one minute, no more, no less, based on the prompt provided. We’re kicking off November with a Thanksgiving-themed one-word prompt: feast.

Aunt Nettie’s Little Elves

Louise leaped into Bryan’s lap and curled around the remote. The vibration of her purring lulled his thigh to sleep. On the flat screen, LeBron performed his pregame ritual—clapping powder into the air.

“Aunt Nettie said dinner will be ready in a few minutes.”¬†Bryan’s mother said. Thelma weaved in and out between her legs.

“Why do we have to eat Christmas dinner here with these cats?”

“Because I don’t have to cook.” She tossed a warm oven mitt at his head.

“As long as there’s no fur balls in the mac and cheese.”

word count: 96


© Scott L. Vannatter
© Scott L. Vannatter

Written for Day 23 of 31 Days of Holiday Hooligans and Friday Fictioneers¬†— a weekly challenge where you must write a story in 100 words or less using the provided photo prompt as inspiration. Click the froggy icon to read other stories and add your own.


“Your dinner’s getting cold,” he said.¬†Using his tongue, he¬†plucked partially chewed steak from between his teeth, then flicked it to¬†the back of his throat¬†and swallowed. “A little chewy.”

She sat across from him. Her head lay on her outstretched arm. Her food was untouched—fork and knife still on the napkin next to the plate.

He shook his head and looked behind him into the kitchen. Black smoke rose from the¬†oven. “You never were the best cook.” He shrugged his shoulders. “It’s a shame because that dress looks stunning on you. I would’ve loved to have taken it off.”

He pushed his plate over the edge. The china shattered against the hardwood floor. He stood behind her, lifted her head and unwrapped the torn hem of the tablecloth from around her neck.

He whispered into her ear, “Looks like I’ll be burying you in it instead.”¬†He let her head drop. It¬†slammed into the dinner plate—a rattling echo—and smeared her¬†makeup in lumpy mashed potatoes.

word count: 173


Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers is a weekly challenge where you write a story in 100-150 words (give or take 25 words) using the provided photo prompt as inspiration.