Thanksgiving Dinner was selected as a finalist in The Green Shoe Sanctuary’s 2021 Summer Prompt Contest.
“Yeah, I uh…I don’t think we’ll be able to make it to Thanksgiving this year.” I clasp my lips, waiting for a response.
“Steven, he…” I trail off for a second.
“…he surprised us with Disney tickets this year.” I smile fakely as if she can see me through the phone.
“Oh, that’s great, honey!” she exclaims.
“It is. Polly is so excited.”
“Well, I am so happy for you. Tell me how it all goes, alright?”
“Good. Bye now!”
I sigh as I settle the phone down. I get up to leave when my foot lands on a sharp shard of glass. Crap. I forgot about the broken window.
I let out a yelp as I reached to grab my foot. Streaks of red blood pour out of the base of my foot, now dripping on the ground.
Crap. Crap. Crap.
I lunge with my good foot to grab a rag off the kitchen counter and swipe at my foot and then the ground. I hobble my way to the medicine cabinet to grab the antiseptic spray.
This is going to hurt.
I prepare myself before pushing the nozzle.
Ripples of pain radiate through my foot, making the whole thing a blushed red. I take some medicine wrap and clumsily wrap the wound up before returning to the kitchen to clean up the mess.
I grab the broom and sweep. Sweep till I have all the shards of glass in one area and sweep till I can’t sweep up anything else. I put them in a brown bag for easy disposal and breathe in and out, making my shoulders relax.
Might as well get some errands done. I slide my coat on and carefully slip my feet into my brown boots, wincing in pain before I head out.
My keys jingle in my pocket, and I take them out to get in my grey Acura. As soon as I settle in my seat, I start sobbing. Big, heaving sobs that make my whole body tremble under my own pressure.