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.


6 comments:

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