Here are this week's prompts
"The whole thing was swept under the carpet." or have one character give another character the 'hairy eyeball' or use: display, note, local or "nothing to write home about." or use: First, morning, score
or "It's cold, but it's a dry cold!" or use a football term in the story or "He had all the manners of a surly bear" or use a hotel in your story or "peace be with you"
“Hey Tom, where are you?” Ben balanced the cell phone against his ear while trying to navigate through the holiday crowd at the mall. He and Tom thought it was a good idea to wait until the Sunday after Thanksgiving to venture out to shop. Boy, were they ever wrong. While the Lancaster Mall wasn’t as insane as on Black Friday, it was still wall to wall people. They wisely decided to spend their Friday snuggled together on the living room couch watching football and a DVD afterward.
“I’m in front of JC Penney, right next to the Christmas display.”
“Don’t mention that store’s name to me. I’m still pissed at them for that stupid commercial.” Ben was referring to a commercial letting people know they were open on Thanksgiving. It showed people gathered for Thanksgiving singing that everyone should drop their dishes and grab their keys and go out and shop, shop, shop right now. It ticked Ben off to no end how greed had taken over the holidays so that basically there were no holidays. At least Tom got some holidays off. They were happy that this year he had Thanksgiving off.
“I know, I’m sorry. Listen, just meet me in front of the reindeer,” Tom told him. Ben had to laugh, what other time of the year could you say that without it raising eyebrows. “We can have lunch at the food court.”
“Sure thing, but I’ll have to stop and tell Santa what a naughty boy you’ve been this year.” Ben was still juggling his phone and some shopping bags while traversing through the throngs of people.
“Just this year?”
“Okay.” Ben laughed “Every year.”
“For some reason, I never get any lumps of coal, for being naughty.”
“That’s ‘cause I tell Santa that you’re really a good boy for everyone else and just naughty for me.” Ben laughed.
Ben spotted the holiday display and waved at Tom, who was standing next to a small corral where reindeer munchedon the bed of hay that was scattered on the ground.
“I think I better hang up now. I spotted you.” Ben laughed when they stood side by side, cell phones against their ears.
“Yeah, see ya, bye.” Tom shut his IPhone off and Ben did the same. He was glad he got a good deal on both phones from the service they’d chosen together.
“Let’s go find a place to sit down and eat.” They took off for the food court and had to wait a few minutes for someone to get up. They grabbed the first available table.
“Whew. Well, how was your day dear?” Tom asked him after they put their bags on the extra plastic chairs.
“Eh, nothing to write home about,” Ben admitted. “I think all this holiday shopping gets to me after a while. I’m glad tomorrow is Cyber Monday. I think I’ll finish the rest of my shopping there. All that’s left to put together are holiday cards.”
“What about the decorating?” Tom looked at Ben like a kid experiencing the holidays for the first time.
“Well, we already have the Chanukah decorations up. It was so early this year.” Ben was amazed at the historic event—Thanksgiving and Chanukah occurring at the same time.
“Yeah, happy Thanksgivukkah, Ben.”
“Oy, yeah okay.” Ben rolled his eyes at the unusual greeting, then leaned over and gave Tom kiss on the lips.
“Oh,” a woman exclaimed.
Tom and Ben turned and noticed a mother and her two young children, two boys that were maybe two and four years old. It looked like they were headed in the direction of the rest rooms.
“Perverts,” she said loudly as she ushered her children far away from the dining area.
Ben sighed. “Will it ever change?” He felt sorry for those children. What happened to goodwill and love that was supposed to be taught this time of year?
“It’s already changed, Ben. How else would we have all the rights we have now? Don’t forget, husband, at one time we’d have been arrested for kissing like we just did. Or the mall would have had security throw us out on our asses. Look around. Do you see anyone else taking notice?” Tom nodded toward the crowd. Ben looked at all the faces and no one had even gave them a second look, or said a thing to the woman’s reaction.
“Let’s decide what to eat. Do you want a pizza or some Chinese food?” Tom asked as they looked over their all the restaurants they had to choose from.
“Chinese. How about you get our food and I’ll think about dessert? I love Annie’s pretzels.” Ben loved their cinnamon sugar ones.
They enjoyed their meals, stopped at the Annie’s Pretzels kiosk on their way out, and made their way home. That evening they spent time decorating the tree they’d picked up at the local tree farm. An eight foot spruce, Tom had gotten the decorations out of the attic, and each man took turns putting on an ornament.
Ben suddenly took him in his arms and planted a kiss on him, a long and smoldering one.
“What was that one for?” Tom asked him.
“Thank you. I wanted to make sure to thank you for being in my life, for making me so happy. I love you Tom Mathers.”
“I love you too, Ben Meyers.” Tom wrapped his arms around his man and they kissed. “Look up,” Tom asked him.
Ben did as asked. There, in Tom’s fingers, was a plastic mistletoe.
Not that they ever needed that as an excuse to kiss, but it was still a nice touch.
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