Microfiction
The house drowned in the scents of shrimp, crab meat, creamy cheeses, and love.
Aunt Laura’s seafood macaroni-n-cheese is what we lived for every Thanksgiving. My cousins, Philip, Dominique, Sydney, and I attempted to sneak nibbles as soon as it floated away from the oven by our auntie’s aged, yet caring hands.
“Get outta that kitchen, y’all! I ain’t playin’!”
That’s our Nana. She means business–we don’t want her wrath. But we want that cheesy and seafood goodness ASAP, so we try again.
“IF I HAVE TO GET UP FROM THIS CHAIR, Y’ALL ARE GOING TO BE SORRY! WHAT DID I SAY?!”
Mission unaccomplished.
I woke up with the main character chiming in this morning, and I simply had to write this piece of microfiction. For those of you who celebrate, may this Thanksgiving holiday be a joyful, peaceful, loving, and blessed one for you and yours.
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A Cornered Gurl 
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