You make the cold winter trek to the convenience store at the corner of your block. You walk into the small store and a blast of warm air hits you. You slowly make your way to the back of the shop and pick out a can of chicken soup and some frozen vegetables. You walk back to the front of the store and hand the items to the cashier who you know too well.
“Happy Thanksgiving” he says to you as you make your way out of the shop and into the cold. You walk back through the freezing snow and walk into your house. The house itself is warm but the atmosphere is cold and lonely. There is nobody for you to share this with. You are completely alone. You pour the soup into a pot and set it on the stove. You sigh, wishing that you could be on a farm somewhere warm with somebody kind. You would have fresh vegetables you picked yourself and homemade tomato soup. You would laugh with somebody as you make a real thanksgiving dinner of turkey, stuffing, and cranberry sauce. But this is not your reality. You put the vegetables in a pan and turn on the burner. You smile, however, appreciating the cashier at the convenience store who wishes you well every day.
“Happy Thanksgiving” he says to you as you make your way out of the shop and into the cold. You walk back through the freezing snow and walk into your house. The house itself is warm but the atmosphere is cold and lonely. There is nobody for you to share this with. You are completely alone. You pour the soup into a pot and set it on the stove. You sigh, wishing that you could be on a farm somewhere warm with somebody kind. You would have fresh vegetables you picked yourself and homemade tomato soup. You would laugh with somebody as you make a real thanksgiving dinner of turkey, stuffing, and cranberry sauce. But this is not your reality. You put the vegetables in a pan and turn on the burner. You smile, however, appreciating the cashier at the convenience store who wishes you well every day.
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Fiona Ella
Nov 16, 2018
This is beautiful in a very understated way. The description of the cold and the convenience stores are something that I can very vividly relate to, and the descriptions of the house are really accurate. This is a lovely little vignette. I love the sense of melancholy. Nicely done.