A story

I will never ever claim to be a writer. I may write a thing here and there, but, a writer? Naw.  I have neither the talent nor the time.

Last year I started the NanoWrite thing.  50,000 words in a month. 

I, um, did not get anywhere near the 50,000, but I did actually finish a short story.

You wanna to read it?

Well, okay.  I will post it here.

By the way.  It is a true story. 

It is called Heartwood.

And you are not allowed to laugh. Okay?