150 Word Hut Scenario

Eden
Night settles among the pine trees, coats the lake of glass, and hugs the cabin in a blanketing silence except for the tin roof cracking and popping after basking in the sun. The landscape outside becomes a memory as the fire dances within the confines of its stone hearth, kicking light to the corners of the cabin. I stroll to the fireplace, feeling the heat kiss my face. I glance at the pictures coating the mantle. Fakes. Copies. My eyes are drawn to the picture of my grandfather. It is as though he is here, sitting in the armchair behind me. He tells me one of his famous stories of growing up on an Iowa farm in the 1930’s. “The trick when dealing with baby piglets is to get them out of the pen before their mother knows what happened.” He would say, his eyes like stars visible through the clouds of memory. “You just pick ‘um up by their back leg so they don’t squeal.” Whether they applied to my life or not, it was more about hearing the stories. The memory fades as I prepare to take his place in the armchair. I gather Jane Eyre from the bookcase and coffee from the pot. I settle in for my nightly ritual of reading by the fire. I revel in my Eden.