hunting
This is yesterday's tiny bit. i didn't get a chance to come back to it.
When I was a boy, I went with my father on a hunting trip. It was only one time, he died not too long after in the war, but that one time made is ingrained in my memory as clear as crystal. He was generally a jovial man, well known for his ability to tell stories and to hold liquor. His laughter boomed through our house, and no matter how dire the situation, he brightened it just a bit. His presence alone eased tensions. My mother was as different as night from day, dour and hardworking and spent her words like a widow's pennies. I think Da only married her because she was a challenge. Once ever great long while, he would get to her, and her rusty old smile would creep out from her steel eyes, and she would chuckle and shake her head. It was gone as quick as a breeze but my father beamed more than usual for a week straight afterward.
Thus it was quite strange to see him hunt - dressed in shapeless dun garb, eyes alert and serious.
When I was a boy, I went with my father on a hunting trip. It was only one time, he died not too long after in the war, but that one time made is ingrained in my memory as clear as crystal. He was generally a jovial man, well known for his ability to tell stories and to hold liquor. His laughter boomed through our house, and no matter how dire the situation, he brightened it just a bit. His presence alone eased tensions. My mother was as different as night from day, dour and hardworking and spent her words like a widow's pennies. I think Da only married her because she was a challenge. Once ever great long while, he would get to her, and her rusty old smile would creep out from her steel eyes, and she would chuckle and shake her head. It was gone as quick as a breeze but my father beamed more than usual for a week straight afterward.
Thus it was quite strange to see him hunt - dressed in shapeless dun garb, eyes alert and serious.