The Cabin in the Woods
Stories spawn images, sometimes misleading, in our minds
This hundred-word fictional drabble responds to Nancy Oglesby’s Random Drable 218 challenge. The required random word is police. The twist requires ending the story with this sentence: “I laughed and laughed and laughed.”
My neighbor, James, toiled to build his cabin. Its prototype, a cabin in the north woods, appeared fresh in his mind.
James hewed each log by hand before laying it in place.
Finally, it was finished. He admired his masterpiece.
A broken mailbox lay in the street when I stepped outside the following morning.
James, puffing a cigarette, watched it all.
“Police chased a car down the street. Its driver jumped out before his car slammed into the mailbox,” James recounted.
Pieces of James’s cabin mailbox were strewn about.
“Oh, well,” sighed James exasperatedly. “I laughed and laughed and laughed.”
Do you ever need help choosing between the words lay and lie? I do, and although I referred to this article, I am not confident I chose correctly in this story.
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