Title: A Home at Last
Source: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers – Week of May 2, 2017
Word count: 175 words
Ren clapped his hands together releasing sawdust and chips of wood from his gloves, sending them floating and swirling into the early evening light. Shoving one gloved hand under his armpit, he pulled his hand free and drug it across his sweaty forehead. He surveyed the bin filled with the logs he had spent the day cutting and stacking. Even though the weather had turned cooler before he began the job, it didn’t help. The saying was true, chopping your own firewood warmed you twice. Ren used a chainsaw instead of an axe, but the saying still held. In another week, he would have logs stacked high, enough for winter.
You could only depend on yourself when you lived in the woods. It was a life Ren loved, but this year was different. His responsibilities were double now. He shook his head still not believing the change. A confirmed bachelor, Ren fell in love when he least expected. That she loved him surprised him even more. His heart pounded in his chest, and he smiled.
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer