Thanksgiving Drabble

‘32 was bad. Boy’s family went to California. Then Ma got the fever and died, and Pa did what he always done in times of trouble. He run away.

I stayed in the cabin to lick my wounds. After I shot me a couple bears, and a neighbour of evil intent, I got left pretty much alone.

So there it was. Thanksgiving. Me alone. I never expected no knock on the door and I opened her just a crack. My boy stood there in his cracked boots and foolish grin.

“It’s a long way to walk from Californy,” he said.

©️jj 2018

Happy Thanksgiving to all our US friends from the Working Title Blog!

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