the lonely fruitcake page 2 by ric gustafson
I watched as the cranberry salad was passed around.
People were still pointing at me.
What's wrong with me?
After dinner, the ambrosia cheesecake was passed around.
Then the table was beginning to get cleaned off.
I began to panic.
I was still sitting there.
Then I heard the word.
" Open Door Mission".
I was put into a container with other leftovers.
I smiled.
I was not lonely any longer.
The End
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Peace and God's blessings. Love Ric
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