Weekend entertainment: Flashback Flash Fiction

Here's piece written back in 2016, and touched up a little for today's post. It seemed like a good response to this week's Day of Overeating Thanksgiving holiday. Whatās for Dinner? Momās acting weird. Well, thatās kind of normal, if you follow me, because sheās always weird, but usually sheās weird like wearing strange clothes and working all night on one of those bizarre sculptures she makes. I wonāt ever tell her this, but I donāt like them. They have too many jagged edges. Theyāll tear holes in you if you get too close. I sometimes wonder if sheās out to destroy someone, or if she just sees the world that way, all jagged. Either way: weird. But whatās really weird is that sheās started cooking. No more Swansonās pot pies, and no more trips through the fast food drive-through window. So now, I have to eat what she calls āreal food,ā which is sometimes pretty unreal, if you know what I mean. Her idea of real food can get pretty d...