Thanksgiving

a homework assignment for my creative writing class

Full stomachs stretch waistbands. The earthy smell of pumpkin and nutmeg still lingers in the room. The forks are discarded along with napkins on the table. A delicious harvest moon had been placed in the center of the table, but now a lone slice remains in the pan. I reflect on the dessert, recalling the creamy texture, the autumn leaf color, and the golden crust that crowned its edges.

I wish I wasn't stuffed like the golden turkey my family had devoured earlier in the meal, so that I could indulge in that one last piece of perfection.

Author's Note

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