He didn’t mind.
She tossed him out, she did. A punishment. For being “self-absorbed” and “unmotivated.”
Fair blame, it was. If needing quiet time was selfish, and if not finding it important to climb the never-ending escalator of social comparison, spelled lacking motivation.
Emily liked that stuff.
He did not.
A mismatch more than an actual problem.
He’d have to find better insulated housing before winter. But in the interim, the camper offered everything he needed.
Shelter. Nature. Quiet. Calm.
Perhaps he’d send Emily a thank you card. Next time he was in town.
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
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