Thanksgiving Drabble
“Michael, stop playing with your turkey! I worked hard to make that.”
“It’s really tough Jan. I think you might have cooked it too long.”
“Just shut up and eat it, okay?”
Another awkward silence filled the small dining room, and the couple looked uneasily at each other.
“Pass the mashed potatoes.” Michael held out his hand, waiting.
“Michael, you’re closer to them then I am.”
“But I have to stand up to reach them!”
“Michael!” She snapped.
“Fine.” He stood up and easily grabbed the bowl of snow white potatoes.
She stared at him for a few seconds, trying to get him to meet her eyes.
“Michael…what’s wrong with us?”
“Whaddya mean?”
“You haven’t noticed that we’ve been snapping at each other all day?”
“I thought it was because you were PMS-ing.” He finally looked up.
“God…” she sat her head in her hands, sighing.
The seconds on the clock ticked by slowly.
“…Pass the corn.”
“Michael!”
“It’s really tough Jan. I think you might have cooked it too long.”
“Just shut up and eat it, okay?”
Another awkward silence filled the small dining room, and the couple looked uneasily at each other.
“Pass the mashed potatoes.” Michael held out his hand, waiting.
“Michael, you’re closer to them then I am.”
“But I have to stand up to reach them!”
“Michael!” She snapped.
“Fine.” He stood up and easily grabbed the bowl of snow white potatoes.
She stared at him for a few seconds, trying to get him to meet her eyes.
“Michael…what’s wrong with us?”
“Whaddya mean?”
“You haven’t noticed that we’ve been snapping at each other all day?”
“I thought it was because you were PMS-ing.” He finally looked up.
“God…” she sat her head in her hands, sighing.
The seconds on the clock ticked by slowly.
“…Pass the corn.”
“Michael!”