Today I wrote a short story from a Thanksgiving writer’s prompt at Writer’s Digest: Shelby’s Thanksgiving Intervention — Short Story. I found the turkey craft here at “11 Best Turkey Crafts for Kids.”
Hope you enjoy!
Shelby’s Thanksgiving Intervention
(Or, Now Who’s the Turkey??)
By: Stephanie L. Robertson
Thanksgiving is my favorite time of the year with its beautiful fall leaves and sumptuous feasting. I was looking forward to another Thanksgiving feast à la Mom.
“We’ll just go ahead,” said my husband, Ben, as he stepped from the car and grabbed the hands of my two younger kids.
“Ouch, Dad, that hurts,” cried my seven-year-old, Wendy.
“Sh!” said Ben as he let go Wendy’s hand and pushed her and Pete inside Mom and Dad’s house without the usual courtesy of knocking.
“Now that was just weird,” I said to my older son, Jesse. “Do you want to help me carry in one of the casseroles? Looks like Dad isn’t going to help.”
Jesse looked at me from the corner of his eyes. His voice shook a little. “Uh, Mom, I’ve got to go!”
Then he sprinted toward large brick house without a second glance.
I shrugged and juggled all three casserole dishes, shutting the hatch of our SUV with my left foot.
With the assortment of cars and trucks parked in the driveway, it looked as though all the family was there.
I teetered up the steps of the house and yelled through my parents’ heavy mahogany door, “Hey! Can someone lend a hand?”
The door swung open.
The entire family was sitting in the living room, all eyes were on me.
But instead of a Thanksgiving turkey, there was a giant “Intervention” sign hanging across the mantle.
“Shelby,” said my mother quietly, “We’ve got to talk.”
I felt all three casserole dishes fall to the hardwood floor as I stared back in shock.
“Shelby, you have spent entirely too much time writing for that NANOWRIMO, to the detriment of your family,” said Ben.
“Instead of having Thanksgiving this year, we’re asking that you admit yourself to Writer’s Recovery in Tucson, Arizona,” said Dad.
“Shelby, we want you to come back to us—the way you used to be!” sobbed my sister, Jane.
“You’ll take a flight to Tucson and spend two weeks at the Three Points Resort and Spa for the duration of your recovery,” said my cousin Fred. “The brochure says the resort features pool-side light therapy, Jungian horseback-riding counseling, and massage transaction analysis.”
“Please, Shelby, we want you to come home completely intervened. No work for two weeks, dear. We’re begging you.”
Shelby didn’t think twice. “Okay. I’m in!”
Writing prompt source: http://www.writersdigest.com/prompts/thanksgiving-intervention