Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Holiday Served Cold

Smiling, I push through the door calling,

“Kids, I’m home!”

His filthy boots greet me instead.

With exhausted nonchalance, I transfer Chase’s bat from the coat closet to our bedroom.

“So glad you’re here for the holiday, Honey.”

This time I'm prepared.


kymm said...

Whoa! Stopped me cold. Great write, Gina!

Cheney said...

Whoa! Indeed. That was awesome. CHILLING.

Anonymous said...

I love your blog title. I had to read this twice. creepy

Ginny Marie said...

Now that a lot packed into a small amount of words!

lilmissfoodie said...

I loved the phrase "exhausted nonchalance" -- it makes the piece equally comedic yet creepy!

MeenalSonal said...

Getting prepared is key . Loved your take on prompt