Moe and OPEN
Even before the world went to shit Simone hated Thanksgiving. It was just a holiday that had all of the right intentions on the outside but when you broke out your magnifying glass you could see all of the cracks and imperfections. You shove all of your family together and expect them to put aside all of their differences, be thankful for each other, and share a wonderful meal. What that translated into for Moe was catty aunts and cousins, drunken uncles, and fighting. But looking back on it, she would take it all back in a second: the burnt sweet potatoes, the dry turkey, and the even the annual trip to the emergency room when the family football game gets out of hand. Anything would be better than her sitting alone in the fire house trying to pry a can of jellied cranberry open with her knife.
She can't quite manage to get it all the way open, the knife going no further than the inner lip of the can. Now she knows that it isn’t the blade, she just sharpened it after all. The only conclusion that she could come to was that she was completely useless and it’s was her that was the problem. From the small incision that she was able to make, the contents of the can started to leak all over her hands. It was sticky and gross and made her fingers fuse together as she gripped the handle of her knife. She doesn't even like cranberry that much. It’s was always her brother’s favorite, but it was the only thing that she could find that irrevocably reminded her of Thanksgiving with her family. The knife began to sink father into the aluminum and joy flooded over Moe, a feeling of accomplishment that instantly lifted her spirits. She could almost taste it now, almost had it, just one more push and-
“Son of a bitch!” the tip of the knife slid into the open palm of her hand. It only slid in about an inch or two, but the puncture was long and it hurt. It really hurt. Blood began to pool in her hand, the dark red liquid from the can staining her skin along with the blood. Hastily, she wrapped her hand with the cleanest cloth that she could find and tied the knot tight. Stupid can. Stupid knife! Throwing the can across the room it hit that will with a loud bang. Moe's hand started to throb, she was going to need a stitch or two.