Stories of Christmas 3rd place-Adults
By SARAH STEINFELDT
The roast chicken and mashed potatoes were a far cry from whatever squishy and unidentifiable thing she had dug out of the Dumpster behind McDonald’s last Christmas Eve; yet as she created gravy rivers in the potatoes with her fork, she found all she wanted was that McDonald’s dinner back.
“All okay, Maya?”
“What?” Maya jerked out of her stupor at the gentle voice addressing her.
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