Out, out

The following paragraph is an excerp from my short story: Out, out. Enjoy!

“Isn’t it lovely out here Clara?” I put my fists in my back and stretched out my chest as I had seen masculine men do lots of times in films and series. Out here in the wilderness of Vermont’s countryside it somehow felt appropriate for a twig of a man to behave with rough testosterone bravado. Clara laughed at me. “Sure husband, shall I go and get your axe and lumberjack shirt from the car?” I smirked at her. “No sweet wife of mine, you may however tell me what you think of this Vermontian vista? Is it not simply breath-taking? Those mountain ranges, these vast forests and do you smell that?” “Smell what?” ”Nothing! Ha! Fresh air unlike anything we’ve experienced in Ye olde big apple, eh?” “Eh? Are you Canadian now as well? My God Michael if you’re going to behave like this we’re not moving here, you hear me?” I looked at her with faux seriousness and solemnly swore I was going to behave. “FYI, Canada is all the way up north from where you have found us a house.” With a smile on her face Clara simply walked a little further down the hilly road we stopped on. It might take some getting used to for my city-dwelling dear wife, but I was in love with the state of Vermont, as I had been since the first time I visited in my childhood. This was where I was going to write my book, this was where we would raise our family and grow old together. The sun was slowly nearing the horizon and a fresh cold wind blew from the north. “It will be an early winter don’t you think?” I nodded and wrapped my arms around Clara and slowly recited: “And from there those that lifted eyes could count. Five mountain ranges one behind the other. Under the sunset far into Vermont.” She simply turned around and kissed me. What better words to begin our new lives than a few from Robert Frost.