The cabin Dwellers Chapter 1 (Spring Time)

chapter 1

When Milo Scuds opened the window blanket for the first time since the winter had hit hard and froze the cabin into no motion but an ailing fire that barely kept the chill off anything within five feet of it, he could feel it was Spring. The snow had turned black with earth. The sky, a solid moldy white and green made the trees look deathly.

His wife was frozen but not dead. There was, however, a dead blackbird on the floor at her feet. One of it's wings pointed up at her face as if to say, "you killed me." It wouldn't be long before that bird was dressed for a fine dinner.

It was now time for Milo to warm his boots and prepare for his journey. He would first need to pull the wool gauze off his feet, and with his hunting knife, cut the winter callous from his soles. As he did this, he thought about money. He liked the way it felt in his hands. He wasn't a greedy man, just hadn't felt any in his hand in the time it took to forget what it felt like to have it in his hand. A sun was just on the other side of two damp pines in the cottony fog where it was illuminated in the center, a scoop of lemon sherbet.

Meditating time was over. Now was time for action. A man can only put up with so much of the penury.