Tag: Living off the land

• Never Lost, Sometimes Found

  There was wood needing to be chopped. There was always wood that needed chopping. That was one of the first real hard lessons Rupert had learned. If there wasn’t enough chopped wood when the winter came, then there wouldn’t be enough fires to cook and keep warm. He’d lost three toes and a couple fingers…

  November 19, 2021

  Short Story

  Alone, Hermit, Living off the land, Old age