When he first saw her, he thought, no way!
After all, he preferred the quiet kind who’d let him listen to the crackle, to the silence, to the breathing of the cabin’s logs.
He thought her flippant. Voluble.
Disrespectful of tranquility. Wasting words.
But she’d been sent, and his household needed a woman.
So he endured.
Till he heard her soothe a monologue of comfort into his orphan’s ear.
And his heart turned dear.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt of Flippant in 74 words.
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