Don Wroe’s Cabin - Part 1 (300 Words)
Saturday, November 13, 1976 7:13 a.m. Jack entered the cabin on light happy
feet, practically bouncing as he walked through the room quickly, tossing his bag in the corner, taking a peek at the big bed dominating the far wall. The bed was large, sturdy, and covered in a thick, comfortable-looking quilt, pieced together in a warm log cabin pattern of
browns, reds, and golds…all the colors of the
autumn rainbow.
Ennis came up behind Jack slowly, setting down his bag as well, grinning broadly, watching with both immense joy and sound relief as his friend looked around the cabin with a smile to suggest he’d just been told he’d won the lottery.
“A week?” Jack grinned.
“A whole fuckin week.” Ennis replied, taking Jack in his arms, pulling him in close, and swearing he could drown in the look in Jack’s eyes.
‘That’s it,’ Ennis thought to himself, gripping Jack tighter.
There was the look he’d missed so much, so worried he’d never see it again, after the year they’d just had…first with the misunderstanding over the divorce card, and then with the big fight they’d had the following month.
And then come August, three months later, Ennis had had to cancel getting together. Jr. had been sick with appendicitis, so bad she could have died. It had been one fucked up year, in so many ways, and much too long since Ennis had seen Jack’s wide smile…with those bright eyes…the combination warm enough to heat a whole city in the middle of winter. How he’d missed it.
“Gonna take real good care a you this week, Bud,” Ennis sighed. "You aint never gonna be warmer in your life.”
Jack grinned, nodded, and sighed, unable to speak for a moment.
November had never looked so good.
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(300 Words)