The sound of logs being chopped echoed throughout the woods. The sun had yet to rise in the east, but old man James had already doing his chores. For the past few days, James had started to feel pain in his back after years of labor. The thought of retirement had crossed his head many times but he still could not make the decision. The money he earned daily was merely enough to cover his daily expenses and to put few change into his savings. He went on chopping log until a ray of light made its way between the trees. The log cracked into two as he landed his last blow and wiped the sweat off his brow. He reached for his thermos and poured the steaming hot coffee into a cup. After having breakfast and cup of coffee he headed back to do his other chores. James had been surviving from what the woods provided to him for years. He would go before sunrise and came back to his hut around three pm. Things were not like this before he was sent off to Normandy in World War II. James once owned a small bakery in the city, but ever since he came back from the war, he could not stand to be in crowded places around many people, so he sold his bakery and moved to the wood near a small village.
James knew it was midday when he looked into the sky. Years of doing his routine in the wood gave him the ability to tell time without watch and sharpened his senses. On the way back to his hut he stopped by the river to collect the fishes from his trap that he laid yesterday. When he arrived at his hut, he was surprised to find his son sitting in the sofa. "Hi pop, long time no see, I see that you have been doing fine here," he said. "What are you doing here? How did you get in?" "C'mon pop is that the way to greet your son?" "It doesn't matter, I want you to get out now!" James said loudly. "easy pop, easy."
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