100 Word Stories

Every year, we set up a tent in the middle of the city.

The smell of freshly-roasted turkey, baked stuffing, and delicious sweet potatoes fills the air.

This brings out the homeless, lonely, and poor in droves.

We invite them in and they sit down.

We make them wait for a while.

When they’re good and hungry, we ask them to bow their heads and then we feed them…

Into massive circus cannons.

We launch them everywhere… into the river, out into the dump.

Pretty much anywhere but here.

Good riddance.

Then, we sit down and eat our own Thanksgiving meal.

Charity Begins Somewhere Else