Norwegian Wood

After a book of the same name by Mytting and, oddly enough, the film: Forest Gump

Lars stacked a pontoon with fire wood on there; he liked the view it made. It was proper work, he declared: the monument of mounted blocks; the felling and the dicing... In the coldness of weather it floats his boat and his wife is grateful, too: “It will shelter the crickets, dear.”

Well,.. from his beard Lars brushed some crumbs; they mixed with shavings on the deck. Another Spring had just begun, but then he felt his feet grow wet: “Am I sinking into sentiment, dear?” He shook his head with disbelief, but then again - to Lars’ relief - was proper work he’d done.

Author's Note

I recall a scene from the film, Forest Gump, where he's running across the country. He seems pretty content to just keep running, because simply: he just feels like running. But then there's various people who come along and they each proscribe there own meaning to what Forest does, and why he's doing it... Meanwhile, Mr Gump remains oblivious. I just love that...

Reviews

[Beccy]

Quirky and slightly left field, but quite wonderfully so.

I love the scene you paint; a man perfectly content with a good job done. His wife, not so much long suffering, as more watching fondly as her man obtains such immense satisfaction from method and order.

Loved this to bits.

Beccy.

[charlie]

Hi Beccy. Thanks for taking the time. I've enjoyed visiting your writing again. too!