the lonely fruitcake page 1 by ric gustafson
I sat in the middle of the elegant dining room table.
I was sitting next to the mashed potatoes. Surely I will be picked.
The family said grace.
The pork tenderloin was passed around.
The mashed potatoes were passed around
Someone snickered and pointed at me.
What's wrong with me I thought to myself.
I'm full of candied fruit, nuts and spices.
The glazed carrots were passed around.
The family was eating and enjoying each other.
Sitting there, I was lonely.
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Peace and God's blessings. Love Ric
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