Thanksgiving Day Parad: A Short Story

“I almost didn't come over. I called you all night last night, and half the day today, and never got an answer. I figured you'd gone out, met another girl, and was fucking her day and night! Looks like she put up quite a battle” teased Ginny. “You didn't do that, did you?”

The day had been filled with surprises. First, he'd gotten out of the shower to find his towel missing again, then George had tried to make light of getting the house blessed with the minister, and now, Ginny showed up unexpectedly. They weren’t supposed to see each other until Tuesday and here she was. “Look, we need to talk” said Jason in a serious tone.

Ginny's smile faded as her heart began to sink. The fear of having a good thing and losing it came back as she just knew Jason had decided to cast her off while he went to college. Happiness was never going to come to her. She’d grow old with a pot-bellied slob on Welfare, while she tried to slave at a job and make ends meet. Her boobs would sag down to her waist after she gave birth to three kids, and her ass would balloon out the size of a Thanksgiving Day
“First thing, the preacher would only come into the living room and pray. George only asked him for a home blessing, not about battling a demon. The minister didn't go upstairs even when I asked him to. He started up the stairs, but then turned around saying he’d decided it wasn't necessary. It almost seemed like he sensed something and didn't want to face it. Plus, the door slammed as soon as he left. The kitchen cabinet doors opened up, and three dishes and two glasses smashed against the floor. They didn’t magically fix themselves later as the others had done last night. I'd just cleaned up the mess when you got here. You can check the trash can if you want. They’re still there. Ginny, I'm worried about you and your safety here. I love you, I love this house, and I don't know what the hell to do next. Any