November 25th, 2004
|08:18 pm - First Thanksgiving - A True Story|
It would be her first Thanksgiving spent in freedom in over three years. That she would be spending it alone was regrettable, but no more than she expected. She tried not to dwell on it, and just be thankful that she was out in the real world again. It was hard, though.
In with her stash of soups and canned goods, she'd had a single can of turkey pot pie soup that she had been saving for this day. At least, she thought, she'd have something with turkey on Thanksgiving. With no family nearby, and her roommate going off to another friend's house, it wouldn't be like a real Thanksgiving, of course, but she held onto the soup as a way of having just a small part of the tradition. Turkey on Thanksgiving: it was important. In a way, it might seem silly, but it was symbolic.
The night before Thanksgiving, her roommate asked if he could borrow a can of her food for a quick meal, and of course, she agreed. When he chose the turkey pot pie soup, she bit her tongue and didn't say anything. Just forced a smile, and watched as he ate her only Thanksgiving dinner.
That night, it rained and the winds howled like lost souls.
It seemed appropriate.
|Date:||November 26th, 2004 05:09 am (UTC)|| |
oh sure, next tell us about the orphan with her dead kitty who was sold into white slavery that witnesses a xmas miracle.
Dude. Sometimes you make me wish for an LJ security setting that says "Everyone except sushirob."
And the dead kitty comes back to life and eats the flesh of her tormentors, as you well know. Zombie kittens always prey on the blood of the unsuspecting.
|Date:||November 27th, 2004 04:34 pm (UTC)|| |
You can set it up to show all your friends but me, does that count?
No, doesn't count.
But don't think I haven't considered it! hahahaha