Anna watched the hired help from her window as he chopped up the logs for her father.
He had stripped to the waist and she gulped with admiration as he steadily worked through the stack of timber.
"Anna" her mother called, "Go, take that young man a drink as it is sweltering hot out there."
"Do I have to Mum?" she wailed, secretly pleased she had been asked as the sound of him cleaving the wood continued.
She had a grin on her face as she thought of the word cleave as she took the drink out to him, which not only meant to cut up timber but also to desire or cling to someone.
He looked up as she approached and put down his ax, yes I'd like to cling to that she thought.
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The picture is as good as the story! What will happen between these two?
ReplyDeleteHubba hubba. That's perfect. And the story was good too! :-)
ReplyDeleteWhat a cool little vignette this is. Or rather, it is a pleasantly warm one! Very well portrayed. Robin, I upgraded my computer and lost your email address. Would you please email me at wildwoman2@shaw.ca? Something to ask you. Thanks, kiddo.
ReplyDeleteyeah! I got that same opposite definition thing (as I did my preliminaries to writing) that cleave can be both.
ReplyDeleteNice job levering that
Oh, they're ganna'
ReplyDeleteNice take on this. The pix is perfect!
Haaaa. Nice.;)
ReplyDeleteKind of an "I'd tap that" finish! Extra points for using the word two different ways :)
ReplyDeleteOh well done. :D
ReplyDeleteMany a young lady would love to be in that position.
ReplyDeleteI swear that you have the ability to draw a story of romance out of almost anything, Old Egg, it is what I enjoy most about you! You've made it so easy for us to picture this young woman smiling out her window and so willing to carry the poor young man a cool drink! All the makings of a perfect love story!
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