Monday, November 28 makes 51 years of the sometimes rocky road called marriage. Happy Anniversary to my husband Jan Wayne Fields.
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If this photo prompt and story look familiar to you, thank you for being a Friday Fictioneer for at least seven years. It’s a rerun from 2015. This Thursday, November 24th is the holiday we in the States call Thanksgiving. Being thankful for what we have is a good thing. Celebrating with family and friends is also a good thing. I’m looking forward to spending time with family and eating the traditional bird along with trimmings.
It is also Native American Heritage Month. Let’s not forget at what cost our freedom came.
Genre: Somewhat Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
“The Pilgrims stepped off the Mayflower onto Plymouth Rock,” Matthew read aloud. “Friendly Indians helped them plant corn and—”
“They should’ve been called Pillagers.” Rita fumed, snatched his paper and ripped it apart. “We’re indigenous and this is not India.”
“Mom, that’s my homework.”
She handed him another sheet of paper. “Write this, Matthew Thundercloud, not what you think your teacher wants to hear.
“They robbed graves, stole our land, enslaved us, murdered our children, forced their Christian religion upon us and gave us smallpox.”
“What if she gives me an ‘F’?”
Just smile and say, ‘Happy Turkey Day.’”
The following should explain my title: