#207 Happy Thanksgiving

The table was immaculately set for twelve. Mother. Father. Two boys. Two girls. They each brought a plus one with them to celebrate and give thanks for family and tradition.

Adorned on one wall were the family trophies. Pictures of their past plus one’s, and a rib bone underneath. Their guests, bound and gagged, eyed each other with fear in their eyes.

The patriarch stood and clinked his glass with a fork. “I cannot tell you how proud I am to see my children making the acquaintance of such fine people. Welcome to the family. For tonight only, of course.”

HAPPY THANKSGIVING! FROM MY FAMILY TO YOURS!