Creative Writing: Thanksgiving Day At Home

hand, but he stayed next to his mom. Diner was baked ham, sweet potatoes and some canned green beans. There was some store bought pies Carl’s mom had brought. The pies sat next to the dining room table on a wooden cabinet. The cabinet was plain, but it once held the families fancy dinnerware and silver. The items where now gone, given to Carl’s aunt Lily some years back. Carl’s mom resented this fact and often said that her sister, likely pawned the items for booze. Occasionally sound from the TV in the other room would make its way back into the dining room. “Plop plop fizz fizz oh what a relief it is.” Carl spent the rest of the day singing a song for stomach relief.
Carl liked to watch football, but only if Mikey was with him. The St. Louis Cardinals played that year for the first time on Thanksgiving Day, which Carl’s father was upset about. Carl’s dad was a Cowboys fan, but Mikey liked the Cardinals and their dad let Mikey know, what a damn fool he was for it. Football was the …show more content…
There was nothing planted in the fields, but you could tell that someone had tilled up the earth and planted over the summer. The ground was dry, with clumps of earth left over from the mid-fall harvest.
The sky had become mostly gray, with the occasional glimpse of the sun peeking through. The sun sat low in the west and the air was much cooler. Mikey would kick at a clump of dirt and the boys would watch the dust caught in the breeze, blow away across the field. The boys had nothing to do, but ever since Carl got to the farm he wanted to pull Mikey into the barn full of hay.
“I’m bored,” Carl said. “I’m bored. I’m bored. I’m….”
“Shut up,” Mikey said. “Really what the hell do you want to do?” Mikey looked down at his little brother with little interest in what Carl had to say.
“Play in the barn?” Carl said.
“No,” Mikey said
“Yes, yes, yes.” Carl jumped around his