Getting Beet Up [E] It was a dinner party game. |
Hello there, Timcole! I noticed you rated my story "The Book Worm" , so I thought I’d return the favor. This is cool! It’s very well written (the grammar, spelling, and prose was excellent! Thank you!), and as a lover/reader/writer and judge of horror, I couldn’t but help not smiling at that ending! I’ve never been a fan of vegetables, especially gross ones like beets, so in that regard, I can totally relate to this. And as the youngest and most picked-on in my own dysfunctional family, I can relate to it even more! The way this started out, I thought it was just going to be a true but sad commentary on how your in-laws treated you during one of their annual family get-togethers, so I was a little surprised to see how you ended it. The best part was that you ended up having the whole table to yourself, as well as not ever having to eat that beet salad again! And of course, no more Bill and those family get-togethers! Great job, my friend! One tiny niggle: ‘She handed me (the?) bare bowl and pointed to a space on the table...' Kee ponw ritin gon, thanks for sharing this, and have a fantabulous day! PS-'philandering chickens'?
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