She never spoke, never made a sound, but the look in her
eyes told me what was about to happen. She was going to bring up politics at
the dinner table. Conversation had lulled and we had already avoided that
general topic three times over between Uncle Larry’s racist joke and Grandpa’s
nickname for the new brother-in-law.
You could intervene,
my little shoulder angel seemed to whisper, she
hasn’t been home in a while and doesn’t know what she’s getting herself into.
Naw! My little
shoulder devil piped in. It could be fun
to watch.
And it was, poor thing.
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Haha, too accurate. I love that your protagonist listened to their shoulder devil and enjoyed this way too much. Very relatable piece!
ReplyDeleteHey thanks! There's always that one person at the dinner table. I'm glad you liked it!
ReplyDeleteBahahahahahahahahaha! This is my Thanksgiving in so many ways. I love/cry-many-sad-tears over it!
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