Many thanks to Rochelle, as always, for Friday Fictioneers. I think I can forget the countdown of contiguous weeks? I am back!!!!
We’ll Leave a Light on For Ya
Granddad said, “We’re just like Motel 6. We’ll always leave a light on for ya.”
When the people who birthed me decided I was inconvenient, the Grands took me in. The Grands are my parents. Were?
A nose piercing. A narcissistic boyfriend. Rebellion. Three years ago, I tossed my Grands love aside.
It’s Thanksgiving Eve and I can almost smell Gran’s turkey roasting as I watch from the thatch of loblollies. Aunts, Uncles, Cousins will all be coming. I can almost hear the laughter. Taste the pumpkin pie.
“You just going to stand out there?”
The Grands wait, silhouetted, arms open.