Thanksgiving Dinner

Saesha Kukreja
6 min readOct 9, 2023

Thanksgiving Dinner was selected as a finalist in The Green Shoe Sanctuary’s 2021 Summer Prompt Contest.

Image by Syracuse

“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.

“Why not?”

“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?”

“I will.”

“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.



Saesha Kukreja

Biology Major 🔬/ Author of Quaranteen 🖋/ Avid Reader and Bibliophile 📚