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It’s a gorgeous cabin. But it’s the two men who make the photo so intriguing. Here’s my imagined scene:
The father stomped down the stairs, then stopped abruptly. Wavering on the last step, he grumbled over his shoulder, “You’re wasting your time out here, son. This rink-a-dink cabin, this no-name hollow! You could buy a dozen cabins, if you’d kept that job—if you’d done real work!”
The son looked down. “Real work?” he wanted to say. “What do you think I’m doing here? The logs didn’t split themselves!” But he held his tongue. It would do no good, anyways; his father was already fingering his checkbook [Ed.: look at the photo closely!]. It was his answer to everything: throw money at anyone who disagreed with him.
The son slipped his hands into his overalls, determined to refuse the bribe.
Dream Cabin by Lou Murrey. Via Cabin Porn.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxlc6nM0Ed1r63zw0o1_500.jpg)
It’s a gorgeous cabin. But it’s the two men who make the photo so intriguing. Here’s my imagined scene:
The father stomped down the stairs, then stopped abruptly. Wavering on the last step, he grumbled over his shoulder, “You’re wasting your time out here, son. This rink-a-dink cabin, this no-name hollow! You could buy a dozen cabins, if you’d kept that job—if you’d done real work!”
The son looked down. “Real work?” he wanted to say. “What do you think I’m doing here? The logs didn’t split themselves!” But he held his tongue. It would do no good, anyways; his father was already fingering his checkbook [Ed.: look at the photo closely!]. It was his answer to everything: throw money at anyone who disagreed with him.
The son slipped his hands into his overalls, determined to refuse the bribe.
