Eating Cousin Harvey: Spec Fic

I am thankful for many things. I am thankful for my loving spouse, for my supportive parents, for the whimsical chance that made it possible for us all to be together on Thanksgiving, and for the fact that it was cousin Harvey who drew the short straw this year. His heart sits on the platter in the center of the table. He himself is off in cold storage, waiting for a new one to be grown. It should only take a couple of weeks, but it's inconvenient. He tried to plead out, saying that he hadn't asked his boss for enough time off. I think he just found the idea of us eating his heart to be unnerving. And who can blame him? It is. I remember when I got the short straw; I was only thirteen, and I begged until my mother agreed to let it be my fingers instead of my heart. I didn't want anybody knowing who--

Inspiration: It's Thanksgiving!
Story Potential: High.
Notes: Could fall to the fantasy or the sci-fi side of things. I'm thinking written in a Bradburian style, some ties to the ideas that body parts can hold emotions or memory or some such. Seasonal writing is a good pitch, and I'm guessing T-day isn't usually done. So if I write this and get it in submissions around Spring/Summer, it'd probably get taken by somebody.