“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.”
—Nortina
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…
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Did I miss today’s #1minfiction???I can’t find it for Nov 20.
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No, you didn’t. That was on me. 🙂 It’s up now.
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Poor mama doesn’t know what they really think! 🙂
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Or does she? One has to wonder why son and brother always come to dinner high as a kite… 😂
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Oh? Its like that? Now I’m seeing all three of them sitting around the table chillin’ out!🙄
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