Karma comes home to roost
Closure
A drabble on seasonal visitors
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The turkey that’s been terrorizing my mom’s retirement community finally let her corner it by the oak tree.
“I know it’s you, Frank,” she told it, convinced her deadbeat ex-husband got reincarnated just to dodge alimony.
The turkey listened, head cocked, while she listed thirty years of grievances. Then it pecked her orthopedic shoe and strutted away.
Mom’s much happier now.
The building manager found her teaching it canasta.
Same lousy tells as Frank.
Still can’t bluff worth a damn.
The oak looks uncomfortable though, especially since Frank really did die owing it money for that poker game in ‘86.
Tiffany hasn’t been the same since Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout discovered the world doesn’t wait for garbage to take itself out. Her work — equal parts heart and humor — has appeared or is forthcoming in places like Slackjaw, Furious Fiction, Tadpole Press, Not Quite Write and elsewhere. When she’s not writing, she’s busy convincing herself that sarcasm counts as cardio. Read more here.
