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Thursday, November 24, 2011

Thanksgiving Traditions

Thanksgiving Traditions
by Lisa McCourt Hollar

Jonathan leaned back in his layzboy and loosened his belt. He had enjoyed his feast today with his family.

Thoughtfully he picked up his kindle and turned it on. His story came into view, exactly where he had last left it. The Carnival, by Lisa McCourt Hollar was just what he needed to read while waiting for dessert. He could hear Tanya in the kitchen and wondered what she'd created for her culinary masterpiece.

Diving back into The Carnival, Jonathan chuckled at the reaction of the soon to be dead heroin of the story. Her tongue having been bitten out of her mouth, Lucy could do nothing but scream. He wished he had been able to serve a tongue that scrumptious. The fat bitch he had served up had pierced her tongue. The metal ring she wore in it had tainted the meat, making it unedible. He had done the best he could, dicing it, along with bits of her liver, into a spinache salad.
Tanya had made a poppy seed and bone marrow dressing that helped cover the metalic taste.

On the couch, Frank was snoring. Jonathan tried to ignore his brother-in-law, but he had a strong urge to slit his throat. Thankfully Tanya came in carrying a pie before he could react.

Frank roused himself from the couch and called Amber and the kids to the table. Jonathan looked at his wife questioningly. He could smell the candied eyes inside the pie, (his mother's recipe, God rest her soul), though he knew he had used the two their meal had provided in the salad.

"Old Man Johnson and his wife will no longer be bothering you," she whispered in his ears.

Thankful for such a loving wife, Jonathan greedily devoured the pie and loosened his belt another notch.

Word Count: 300

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