…isn’t supposed to include religion, politics, or money. Write a scene at the dinner table where one or more of these topics is discussed.
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Three people are sitting at a table, eating their meal in uneasy silence.
Father: <clears his throat>
Mother: Hm?
Father: …nothing.
Son: Go ahead. Say it.
Father: …I have nothing to say.
Son: I think you have plenty to say.
Father: <doesn’t say a word>
Son: Don’t stop now. You were pretty vocal about it before I moved out. So just say it. You don’t approve of how I live my life.
Mother: Now, let’s just calm down and enjoy dinner…
Father: <sets his fork beside his plate, clearly trying to keep his calm> No. Let him finish. He knows everything now, let him share his wisdom.
Son: <tosses his fork on his plate, causing his mother to jump from the sound> No. I know there’s no changing your mind. There’s no convincing you. You’ll just go on thinking your stupid little thoughts.
Father: <points a finger at him> Careful there, kid. I may not agree with what you believe in now, but I won’t have you insult me at my own table.
Son: <gets up from his chair> That works for me. I only came because mom begged me to.
Mother: Not like this. Don’t end it like this, you two.
Father: Let him go. Let him be with his kind.
Son: Yeah. My kind. The right kind. <turns to storm out of the house>
Father: If you walk out that door, you are done, mister.
Son: <pauses at the door and sighs> I’m sorry dad. Really. But I just…I can’t do this anymore. I meant what I said. <walks out the door, quietly shutting it behind him>
Father: <stares at the door for a moment before picking up his plate> I’ll never understand that, kid. I wonder what Buddhism has that Cannibalism doesn’t…?
Mother: I don’t know, dear. Pass me a lung?
Father: <passes over a piece of meat> I hope our new mailman is as good as this one. Not too gamey.
Mother: Mm-hm.
Behind the Random: This one was a struggle to do, but I knew there was going to be some kind of bizzare twist at the end, which I’m fond of if you haven’t noticed by this point. I considered having them different things from aliens to vampires to Nazis to nudists. Somehow, cannibals won…not sure how that happened.
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