Hello fellow readers and writers, here is a super short, random story. I hope you enjoy x Please feel free to review would love to have some feedback. Thank you for taking the time to read this. POV of Celeste as I don't mention this.
We were all sat around the long, pine oak table when my uncle Cas suddenly slammed his fists upon it, making us all leap in our seats. Placing our eyes onto him we waited expectantly for some horrific news that was going to threaten our happiness and the rare uneventful past couple of weeks that we had been cherishing. Instead he said this,
"None of you are using table-mats. This means the plates are going to scratch the surface of the table. Also, you should have coasters for your drinks."
Exchanging bemused looks no one spoke a word as he stood up and preceded to set the table with the items he had apparently sourced at the local gas n sip (for us of British descent that means petrol station); hard wood white painted coasters that clashed terribly with the light brown of the table and rubber table mats. Each in turn with lifted our plates as is giving thanks to the Lord for the wonderful meal he had done nothing to provide for (my uncle Gabe had slaved away on this chicken pie for ages) and then placed them down carefully as if they were an injured dove.
"There are you satisfied now, Cas?" Dean asked grumpily, mainly because his delicious pie was getting colder each second my uncle agonised over the table.
"Yes," he spoke solemnly as he sat down.
Well you had to hand it to my uncle Cas you never knew what to expect, especially during mealtimes.