The Log Cabin
It was after her uncle had died Jolene found he had bequeathed her his old log cabin. It was nothing special, just a secluded log cabin way out in the wilderness. Upon hearing this, she packed everything up into her pickup truck and headed straight for it. Given the state of the world, isolation didn’t seem to be a bad thing. Besides, for a girl who wore nothing but jeans and flannel shirts, it did seem a perfect location. Maybe she would become a lumberdyke…
Joanne Fisher
This was written with the prompt bequeath provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #182.
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Yea, I’m getting lazy. But the sentiment is there
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Is lumberdyke a real term or something you’ve come up with?
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No it’s a real term.
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That seems like a fitting start to many a good story. Nice touch (and yes, I had to look it up).
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