Friday Fictioneers, 5 April, 2013: One Mite, Pt. 7

Suzannah took in the warm décor of the kitchen and then looked out the window. She smiled wistfully at the tree that stood outside the large south-facing window.

From Scott Vanatter with permission-Copyright- Indira

After a time, she let out a breath and turned to Sara-Jane. “Remember that big ol’ tree we had out front of the house? Papa was determined to cut it down after that bad winter dropped the big branch on the bed of the pick-up. Boy, how he fought to get the chainsaw to even bite in.”

Sara-Jane could see the pain on Suzannah’s face; she’d been closest to Papa, after all.

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(34) Comments

  1. I can identify with the chain saw problem. When I dragged home all sorts of wood, Bill would cut them with the chain saw and split them. When there was a knot, he’s have to move the saw to a different spot because he simply couldn’t cut through it. I’m glad Suzannah had a good memory of her Papa.


    1. Oh, yes, Janet! We go through that with our fireplace sometimes but it gets even worse because my Christopher does all the cutting with a hand saw! Thankfully our friend that we get wood from has a splitter and all that good stuff 🙂

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