Tim had only a vague sense of time passing. Things were happening in slow motion around him. Thanksgiving at his sister’s again.
Tag: Thanksgiving
Fiction: Hatchet Job
“I’ve got it all set up for you, if you really want to do it.”
“It’s not so much a matter of want as need,” Wes said. “This is something I need to do. I should do it.”
Sheryl shrugged. “Over there. I’ve got one in a little pen, and Warren sharpened the hatchet. He said to remind you to just hit the turkey, not yourself.”
Wes made a little smile. “So kind of him.”
“He was kidding around. But it is good advice.”
They reached the small pen, and Wes stared at the big turkey his cousin and her husband had set aside for him. Sheryl kicked at the pen to make the turkey move back a little. She opened the door and ushered Wes inside.
haiku 37
mother angus
grooms her calf
after Thanksgiving