Thursday, 25 February 2016
The hired help
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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