Small, shapeless snowflakes escape the darkness and hurl against my windows, the panes rattling under their assault. I shiver and pull my padded rocking chair closer to the blazing fireplace.
Flames lick and wrap around blocks of wood sacrificed on a metal rack, comsuming them layer by layer.
It troubles me, starts me wondering what am I that a tree should give up its life to keep me warm and content.
2 comments:
Keep going, this is great! I want to read more!
Eunice, your stories are so heart-felt. I particularly love the ones showcasing natural settings. You're amazing.
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