The Fireplace Crackled
Different times indeed.
The fireplace crackled as it burned the chopped oak. None of this gas fireplace nonsense for Vincent. The hard wood would last forever it seemed.
Vincent sat three feet away and fed the fire another log and then put the screen back to prevent sparks from jumping back and catching the entire log cabin on fire.
It wouldn’t be long now and he’d be in jail, and probably for life.
But for now he stared into the flames and dreamed of happier times, times when he wasn’t on the lam for misgendering a co-worker.
Different times indeed.
So true 😞 now I have to go to work trying to remember all my pronouns. Sad
😢 A sign of the times...😞