From hours of constant wood-burning, the interior of the cabin and all of their belongings had begun to smell of smoke. He sat at the window with a four-track recorder thinking that he was to emerge from this weekend away with a masterpiece. She was reading on the bed, but the book was vulgar and she was thinking about stopping. He came over to the bed and lay next to her.
‘Break?
‘Yeah. I got some stuff done though.
