Sample of #ETS-- Meg lay propped up on the bed staring out the window at the blue sky above. The [difference] between the overhead view the day she ran away and today all but astounded her. Where had this beautiful weather come from? The sky had been dark—black even—where the clouds boasted of more rain. She’d not been able to make out very much on the pathway she stumbled down. The lighting was far too weak. Which is why she stumbled and fell, striking her head on a protruding tree root? Or maybe it was a rock. She didn’t know for sure. Now that she found herself inside looking out, Meg could breathe more easily. She watched as the man who rescued her—bring her into the shelter of his own home—strode past. The axe being supported by his broad shoulder appeared tiny in comparison to his stature. Which Meg noted was large and commanding. Such a large man, she thought, not taking her eyes from his wide-set shoulders. She eyed the way his plaid button-up shirt stretched—almost straining—over his back. The sleeves rolled up to his [bulging] bicep muscles told her without a doubt that he worked hard. Curious, she watched as he set a short, fat hunk of wood on a stump, stepping back and lifting the axe above his head; the woodpile beyond already boasted more than four feet of stacked logs. Meg’s wondered what he would need so much wood for. Thunk! Meg’s gaze swung back to the man with the long-handled blade. Shock and admiration at the sight meeting her eyes widened them. He’d removed the checkered top, revealing a stained white long john beneath. The faded white now stained yellow under his arms—Meg’s cheeks reddened at the mere thought—told her without a doubt that he’d done a lot of physical labor in those clothes. It also told her he was in sad need of clean attire. Holes and tears in both [shirts] spoke of the need for mending, as well. Thwack! Thwack! Clunk. The sounds punctuated her next thoughts – considerations that made her blush. I could do that mending for him, she decided. I have to thank him somehow for caring for me. She continued watching as he swung the ax again and again. His straining muscles appeared to be fighting the confines of the fabric with each mighty blow he delivered. I wonder why he’s here. Alone. Meg’s cheeks burned with still more embarrassment as she realized what she’d just reflected upon. His being on this mountain alone was none of her business.
Posted on: Fri, 14 Mar 2014 19:14:13 +0000
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