Snapshot #037 - Wood
by Crimson Dragon
Copyright© 2023 by Crimson Dragon
Fiction Story: Snow is falling outside and the hearth is warm and inviting. She settles in to read when the door suddenly opens.
Tags: Fa Romantic Heterosexual Fiction
Fluffy virginal snowflakes descended from the heavens, floating like baby down upon a leisurely current. Pristine ivory blanketed pines and trails as far as she could see. She withdrew her fingers from the sill, twisting from the chill projected by the glass, an involuntary shiver seizing her. A cozy warmth emanated from the hearth, fire crackling and spitting as if awake and conscious. A faint scent of woodsmoke tickled her nose.
She wandered to the fireplace and fed another log into the embers, watching fascinated as fire licked at it sensually, the flames rising. Sentient warmth bathed her skin.
Turning from the fire, sterile hardwood morphed to soft faux fur beneath her feet. She settled on the thick rug, her back against the sofa, stretching her toes towards the glow of the flames. She sighed contentedly.
The Riesling was slightly sweet against her lips as she sipped from her glass, watching the flames frolic and tendrils of smoke rising beyond the flue. She gathered a blanket about her, cozy and close against her skin.
Reaching above, she plucked printed pages from the sofa, arranging them in the firelight. She smiled as she read the title: The Odds. She began to read.
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