The Gate

It was near sunset when we finished chopping the wood. The old tree had come down in the summer, but now the days were getting shorter it was time to start laying down a stock for the fire. While I stacked the logs, Michael sat on a stump and smoked a pipe.

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About the author - pilfred

That's not actually me, just an image I got of the Internet. I'm much uglier than that.

4 Responses to The Gate

  1. carolholdings53 says:

    Beautifully written. Awakens the senses.

  2. dave_walsh says:

    A good one – well written.

  3. Colin_Gould says:

    This is great. It’s really evocative and atmospheric for such a short piece of work.

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