I wanted to do something a bit more creative today. I’m already hating it but that’s okay…
I searched out creative writing prompts, surfed through a few and realized I would need something to force me to just write. So I ended up with a list of 23 Thanksgiving prompts because the topic seemed appropriate and went to Random.org and it choose #2, so here we are.
Not particularly happy about it but setting the timer for 25m now.
Start your story with someone saying, sarcastically, “What have I got to be thankful for?”
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Peter banged his fist next to his plate, “What have I got to be thankful for?” he said sarcastically.
I gazed at him from my seat across the table and then looked over at my Dad. He was just silently continuing to eat the Thanksgiving dinner my sister had made.
The silence dragged on for a few seconds. Next to me, my sister was texting on her phone and ignoring the whole conversation.
“You could be thankful for this dinner Anne made.” I offered calmly.
I looked back over at Peter. His plate was still full of all the Thanksgiving foods that Anne made. She went overboard again. This being the second year Mom was gone, I brought my standard cheese plate and two pies but Anne really did the rest of the cooking.
The decorations were really nice. Anne used Mom’s old gold tablecloths and charger plates and had some beautiful white flowers in small bowl in the middle of the table.
Peter narrowed his eyes at me. “I’m just frustrated, sis,” he said teasingly. “You are not being appropriately sympathetic to my situation!”
He picked up his fork and stabbed a piece of turkey and shoved it in his mouth. He chewed it slowly while staring at me.
I tried to hide a smile. “That’s not true. I am incredibly sympathetic. You are my twin and I have all the sad feelings for you right now.”
“Why do I hear a BUT in that statement?” He smirked.
“BUT…” I said with a smile, “You are acting like an asshole. Seriously, can you just apologize already?”
Anne looked up from her phone and chimed in, “I’m sick of seeing your boyfriend post pictures of Marley on his walks on Instagram just to torture you.”
Peter grabbed his phone and swiped up on his screen quickly, “Did he post another one? Was Marley wearing his orange sweater?”
I leaned over to look at Anne’s phone and she tilted the screen over at me. Yep, Marley was wearing his new orange sweater and it looked like Asher was at their local dog park with Marely, judging by the gate and the pack of dogs that were in the the photo.
Anne rolled her eyes at me. “Why do we have to continue to listen to these dramatic renditions of these silly arguments about the dog?”
“Because we love Peter, I guess.” I said with a smile.
I directed my comments back over to Peter. “Do we need to brainstorm out a sweet message to Asher apologizing for you being an idiot? I feel like this is a monthly exercise!”
He stared down at his phone, quickly stabbing the screen with one of his index fingers. “No,” he said, “I’m just about done. This should be good enough.”
I laughed. Peter had these weekly tiffs with his boyfriend. We were sad Asher couldn’t make it to Thanksgiving due to his work schedule but at least he could be with Marley. Even if Brandon kept opening his mouth and being an idiot. I don’t know how Asher puts up with him.
Anne scooped up more mashed potatoes on her fork and popped them in her mouth and sighed. “These are SO good. I am thankful Mom saved all her recipes so we could have these mashed potatoes. Even if they took forever to make!”
“Okay, I’ll take that one!” I said smiling. “Peter, come on, you have to at least come up with something you are thankful for. It’s Thanksgiving!”
Peter put his phone down next to his plate and took a sip of water. He shrugged his shoulders and sighed.
I scrunched my nose at him and raised my eyebrows. “You can’t think of anything? Really?”
Peter looked at Anne and then back at me. “I am so thankful for both of you. Thank you for being the best influence on me and supporting me. Even if I had to suffer through being dressed up as Disney princesses when I was young…”
“You loved that!” I said laughing.
“But seriously, Anne thank you for carrying on Mom’s traditions. Jane, thanks for being the best twin I could ask for. I love you guys.”
Anne held out her hands to both of us. I grabbed her hand, and held mine out for Dad’s. He smiled and grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze.
“Can we turn on the game now?” Dad said plaintively. “I need an update on the score!”
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