Unexpected Stuffing
Short Fiction by Abram Dress
Two weeks until Thanksgiving…
“Nobody wants to work anymore!” Mr. Hench bellowed around a mouthful of his lunch. He slammed his hand on the paper-covered desk and almost upended his soup bowl, and the measure of turkey chili mac congealing within. A blob of saliva flew from Mr. Hench’s furiously chewing mouth. It landed on the thigh of Ronnie Stinson’s b…
