Written for
day_by_drabble Midwinter Challenge.
Prompt:
He chops wood, piles and piles of it.
He doesn't need to, it's not part of his duties, but if he wasn't out here swinging the ax until his shoulders ache and his body cries for rest then...
Then he would be expected to be in the house, playing chess with Mr. Merriman or talking about news from around the colonies.
And some where in all that would be Cissy - interjecting her opinions on the fighting or offering up advice on his chess strategy - moving around the room, filling it with her smile, with her presence.
So he chops wood.