OneWord

It's been a while since I have done a OneWord writing. I really do enjoy them. Writing is just like everything else ... practise makes perfect.

Oak





The smell of fresh cut lumber and wood stain filled the air. I breathed in deeper, trying to take myself back to a different time. My grandfather's workshop was always my favorite place to visit. He had long since passed on, but his memory lingered here. I ran my hand along the top of the unfinished oak jewelry box. It was supposed to be a graduation present for me. Grammy wanted me to take it but I would never have felt right had I removed a work in progress from this place. His place.