March 1, 2013 § Leave a comment

Finally, one more coat and she was almost finished. Samuel dropped the shrouded sand paper to the floor and took one last deep breath; his lungs assimilating the pine dust. He gave the hull a soft but pressing touch, exonerating the imperfections and pain and frustration and hell to a single moment of utopia. He felt the sort of accomplishment that makes your kin, past, present and future want to shake their heads in admiration, yes.

Samuel reached for the satin-stain rag and brushed the last of the wood particles from his hands. Week old blisters had dried and were scabbed by now.

He turned the wooden, make-shift handle to his shed and hurled open the doors; showcasing his creation. Samuel stood silently as the heat and humidity soared over him. He opened his eyes wider and took in one more deep breath.

Now, he thought, to get rid of this snow.


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