Daily Prompt: Subdued


He cringes as he and his family

sit in awkward silence.

Forks and knives

scraping across dinner plates

are the only noises to be heard

after bitterness and envy made

themselves known.


“What happened to us? When did they get so angry?

When did we grow so far apart?”

he asked in his mind.

Little did he know everyone was thinking the same things.

He tries to eat but can’t. He sees some others struggling as well.


A quiet, broken apology is heard.

Forgiveness is desired so badly tears emerge.

More tears around the table, more apologies.

He knows this just the beginning, but it’s the

beginning of a beautiful thing,




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