The Holden Family Reunions were always a raucous affair – filled with homebrewed spirits, grilled meats of dubious origin, and cousins no one knew existed. There were two ways to get an invite to these soirées: be a member of the Holden family, or be ridiculously good looking. Please do not ask why admission was granted to the aesthetically pleasing; it is a story you probably do not want to hear. (However, I will say there are a few Holdens that are looking forward to dating outside the gene pool.) All that remained after the congenitally disadvantaged revelers departed were skeletal embers of the fading bonfires and endless ribbons of silly string.
* This is my first attempt at writing a short story in one hundred eleven words or less. If ya'll like it - I might try more. Let me know what you think.