Big Tent prompt: A day to celebrate (or not)

no reason to celebrate

a whiff of bacon trickled through the crisp

air, rousing the boy from another reckless

sleep, which seemed to be the norm since.

that. day. one. year. ago. slowly he opened

heavy eyes as his deadweight body remained

glued to the bed. shouldn’t he feel happy

for the time that had passed? for the new

life he had? for old Pawpaw and Granny’s

constant doting over every move he made?

yes he should, but no he didn’t. a year

come and gone, and nothing had changed.

sadness and guilt gripped his shoulders,

pulled him down. every day. and every

night. still. there would be no joyful

celebration like he thought. the boy rolled
over and fell fast asleep. not even bacon

would change his mind.