He stumbled in from the wood pile dropping logs loudly, and fed the fire before insinuating himself under his wife’s blanket.
Wood warms you three times – he had read so – when you split it, when you stack it and when you burn it.
“Good god,” his daughter complained, “It’s too hot in here!” The dog snored at the hearth.
“It’s not hot,” his wife said as their daughter tossed her socks, “It’s cozy.”
With cold leaving his body he felt, as if for the first time, true comfort. “And,” he thought, settling in, “it warms you a fourth time.”
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This 99 word story is a submission for Charli over at Carrot Ranch. The prompt was Cozy. In terms of disclosure the second line paraphrases David Mamet; he writes the same of living in Vermont and spoke of chopping wood for winter. Lately I’ve had to split quite a bit more than I’d have liked on account of not inspecting the delivery too carefully. That’s what I get. Anyway Mamet’s line comes to mind every time I lift the ax.