Nights Below Station Street
“He would get out on the weekends, but during the week he would stay in his camp in the woods. He was cutting for a small mill in Renous. All about him was cut wood, piled haphazardly here or there, the smell of smoke and wet snow on the branches of black trees. He liked using a chainsaw and it didn’t bother him so much if he was sore in the morning. However there was one noticeable difference. That is, the way Rita looked at him when he came home on the weekends. She looked upon him now as if h...e was doing something that he couldn’t do. He had seen that look before, as concerned other men, but he had never reflected on it, and it had never bothered him. But now he looked upon this with a new perspective. She would pretend that she didn’t look this way, and that she wasn’t concerned about him, and she would growl at him for not taking his boots off, or leaving a set of cables on the seat of the truck – but all of this was done differently, as if she was worried about him and his back.MoreLess
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