Jane Jago’s Drabbles – The Turkey

We was doing all right until Pa was took away, then things got hard. Ma set her jaw and got on with it, but we never seen her smile.

Thanksgiving come, and me and Joe shot us a couple of turkeys what ‘escaped’ from Ole Man Matthews’ farm.

Ma clipped us round the ears, but she cooked ‘em all the same.

We was just sitting down to eat, when the back door opens quiet like and Pa slips in, bone thin and with his prison haircut.

Ma never said nothin’ just set a plate of turkey in front of him.

©jj 2019

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