As I entered her home, the first thing I noticed was wood. Wood everywhere – wooden footstool, wooden table, wooden chair. Is there anything that’s not made of wood? “What’s with the wood?” I asked curiously.
She narrowed her eyes, “Are you making fun of me?”
“What? No, oh no, it’s just where I’m from, I don’t see this quantity of wood lying in one’s home.”
She nodded with understanding, “Wood is necessity. Wood is all we got. Without wood, we will freeze. Without wood, we will starve. Without wood, where will we sit, eat, or even sleep?” She snatched a wooden poker and tended the fire. Very true, I thought.
“It must be lonely living by yourself in the forest.” I said.
“Not really, one tends to occupy one’s day with menial tasks like laundry, cooking, and hunting for food. Trust me, for as long as I’ve lived, I’ve never been lonely.” Well, at least now I know why I can’t settle on anything and why I have to occupy myself with silly little tasks.
This is a continuation to the story I wrote two weeks ago even though this can be read as a stand-alone flash fiction.
I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above.