Thanksgiving.

A mahogany table centered directly square in the middle of a small, warm room. The walls were almost as white and the blinding headlights of a semi. The scent of cooked meat danced and paraded in mid-air, traveling from room to room. Decorated on top of the expensive wood table were various appendages and organs, tissues and bodily fluids. CLING CLING , rang the dinner bell, as the family swiftly swooped in on the thanksgiving feast. Their teeth sank into the meat and quickly made contact with bone, and spit it out as quickly as they shoveled it in. Blood was their gravy, and The Nosey neighbor was their birdie. The whimpering cries of a child brought smiles to the gluttons, the sound of desert was a music to their ears.

November 24, 2005