A month before I married his daughter, my father-in-law told me about a summer job he worked in his late teens.
It was for a logging company near Sudbury, but he wasn’t a logger.
He walked down new trails ahead of the loggers, spade in hand, killing all the rattlesnakes.
Peter Wilson is a freelance writer living in Toronto.
love it!
Great flash of a story conveying four different emotions in one fell swoop.
Whoa — I did not expect that image.
Not even half of the fifty words are in that last sentence and yet the vividness is worth ten times that amount.
Good father.
Fair warning …
thanks the giggle.