Friday, 8 January 2016

The Woodsman

It was the only noise for miles around, the rhythmic sound of logs being slowly turned into smaller logs.

I was used to dealing with animals emerging from the woods, drawn by the sound. And of course the occasional ‘local’ who wanted to trade some food or supplies for firewood. Those I could deal with, my axe solved both of them, in different ways.

But when I saw the young girl in the red cape, I dropped the axe and ran to her.

Until I saw the wolf carcass she was dragging, and then realised why the cape was red…

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