Small Realities

Inside the mind of Lance Schonberg

Thorvald’s Wyrd 036

Thorvald tried to conceive of some circumstance that would bring wood of any kind to so cold and forbidding a place even frost giants shunned it.  His imagination failed, yet the heap of weathered planks lay directly in his path.  The practical part of his mind, the man who built his farm, guessed enough material waited there for a lean-to more than capable of sheltering Thorvald while he slept.

How long did he stand in the snow, transfixed by wood?  He looked up into the glittering sky, then back down at the unexpected gift and considered how cold he was.

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