Cold permeated the air as it dripped through the walls.
His teeth chattered comically, so he put on a third sweatshirt.
It couldn’t get more miserable. could it?
Looking at the water pipes overhead, yes, it could.
Leaving his basement, he contemplated the empty fireplace.
Yeah, maybe he didn’t need the couch anymore.
Evaluating his writing decisions
Dan sat there with his red pen and whisky bottle
It was too long before both were empty
That was when the flames in the fireplace grew larger
Cuddling underneath his fleece blankie he smiled
Outside the wind is shaking the windows wanting in
Sound of the crackling flames in the fireplace lull him almost to sleep
Yawning he shut off the TV. He wanted to live in that moment forever.
Simple things were not always possible
Even when Thomas was the perfect one
Christine finished laying the bricks of the new outdoor fireplace
Rather than something small, she had decided to go massive
Everything had a place, including a water feature and cedar lined benches
Thomas would have loved it, but he had broken up with her yesterday
She hoped the cedar would hide the smell when he started to decay