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The Last Dinner

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The lights are on?! I remembered switching them off this morning before I left for work! Is there a thief? James breathed heavily as he approached his door. It is opened!

He pushed the door that was ajar and tiptoed into his house.ย He stopped midway, stunned by the image he saw. Mom? Dad? Jessie? Jordan?

“Hey, James! You are finally back! We’ve waited for hours!” his brother, Jordan, called out.

“Mom prepared your favourite dishes. We are waiting for you to give thanks before we start our Christmas dinner!” added his sister, Jessie.

The dining table was filled with delicacies, with a big turkey sat right in the middle. His dad was at the dining table, reading the newspaper. His mom was busy walking to and from the kitchen fetching more food. She stopped when she saw him, and let out a broad sweet smile, before returning back to the kitchen. She finally returned after removing her apron, and asked, “Come! Shall we start?”

James walked towards them, he was glad that his house was warm and buzzing with laughter again. He had missed them ever since they decided to move back to their home town few months ago. He sat at the table with his family, gave thanks for the food, and started feasting at the delicacies his mother had prepared.

They chatted and joked. Even his stern dad joined in their conversation.

“Now for the finale…” Jessie exited from the kitchen with a chocolate log cake, topped with lighted candles.

“Happy birthday to you…
Happy birthday to you…
Happy birthday to baby James…
Happy birthday to you!”

They chorused.

“I’m not a baby any more!” James retorted.

“You will always be our baby!” his mother said as she walked over and gave him a big hug.

“The night is still young…shall we have a round of monopoly?” Jordan asked as he took out the monopoly from under the coffee table.

“Mom, dad, join us!” James pulled them along to the coffee table.

There were so much fun and laughter, and penalties too.

As the game ended, they retired to their bedroom for the night.

***

The phone rang.

James woke up reluctantly to answer the call.

“James? Is that you?”

“James’ speaking. Who’s that?”

“I’m Ken, your mother’s younger brother.”

“Oh! Uncle Ken! Is there anything I can do for you?”

(after a long pause) “You need to come back… your family members are -”

“They are here, Uncle Ken!”

“What are you talking about? I’ve just confirmed their bodies at the morgue -”

“Ha! Is this a Christmas joke?”

“I’m dead serious, James… they… they were killed in a car accident last afternoon.”

“WHAT?”

“They were on their way to give you a birthday surprise -”

James dropped the phone. It couldn’t be! They had dinner with me yesterday. We had so much fun!

He ran to his parents’ bedroom, to Jordan’s, then to Jessie’s. They were not there. In fact, the rooms were untouched!

(494 words)

ยฉ 2015 Fun Simplicity @ Simply Me. All Rights Reserved.


Written for Friday Fiction with Ronovan Writes Prompt Challenge #6.

“Challenge This Week: Write about a family gathering. I know that sounds like non-fiction but by writing pieces like this you tap into emotional and sensory experiences you use for other writings. An example of this would be a short piece I did quite some time ago called My Ocean, My Lover. No Word Count limit this week, just no book lengths please.”

Constructive criticism is appreciated. Thank you.

Photo credit: google image

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14 thoughts on “The Last Dinner

    1. That’s my intention! ๐Ÿ™‚ Some readers thought it was a dream, while some may think it’s supernatural where their spirits wanted to celebrate his last birthday with him before leaving. Thank you for reading and commenting. ๐Ÿ™‚

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