Flash Fiction Friday: Thanksgiving Supper
Photo by Alison Marras on Unsplash “Tomorrow is Thanksgiving!” Mama Mary plopped herself at the rickety dining table, the weathered cookbook passed down from her great-grandmother spread before her. “It’s a day when we give thanks.” She flashed a smile filled with crooked, yellowed teeth. “And it’s a day for eating!” “Yay!” All three of her young children danced around the room. “Will we have Golden Quiche?” Harry asked. “Of course!” Mama nodded. “Will we have Golden Omelette