Elle's Brother lives in the mountains three hours from Portland Oregon. Instead of Christmas At Elle's this year like every other year, she must journey through the hills and mountains to Chris's, her brother. But when her car dies, and a snow storm...
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I hack a piece of wood in half and throw it into the pile on the already full wagon. Jesus Beck, you have half of a stock at the cabin and now all this. But at least I'll be warm. I toss the ax into the wagon and begin to trek through the snow back to the cabin.
The snow whirls around as I pass pine tree's. What the point in Christmas anyway? I bet the roads in town are just crazy along with the interstate. People going home to their families. Pieces of shits. I get back to the cabin and leave the wagon in the shed. I call out to Cedar, my husky and he comes running.
"Ready to eat?" I question. He jumps up and licks my beard. I knock my boots onto the side of the porch and lead way inside. I untie them and slip them off leaving them on the mat. The fire crackles as the flames dance with joy.
I grab Cedar's silver bowl and fill it with food. Setting it down onto the wood floor by the kitchen island. I grab the bread from the bread bin and lather it with butter, setting some ham on it and mashing it together.
The wind cracks against the cabin. I finish my sandwich and slip back into my boots. "Cedar, how about a Christmas tree?" Cedars tail blows air as it wags. Not an answer to my question but because he enjoys his meal.
I shut the door behind me and grab the ax from the wagon. I swing it over my shoulder and step on in my merry way to find a fucking tree. Christmas hasn't been Christmas since mom and dad, actually since April passed. Fuck. I haven't a family. But maybe a tree will lighten it up for me. Haha who the fuck am I kidding?
I trek on through the snow, step by step. The same way I came back from cutting wood. The snow must be falling hard because my boot prints no longer exist.
I slip my way through branches and large pines. The wind slows a bit as I enter the area where I was cutting wood. I look around. No pines, just tall leafless maples.
