Short Story: Master of Patience

The ring of the thundering hammer blocked out all other noises in the blacksmith shop. Hensan turned to Rison, his partner in the shop. Hensan's old eyes, still sharp as ever, flicked to and fro along the anvil, surveying Rison's skilled fingers pressing down on the clamps that held the red hot bar of iron … Continue reading Short Story: Master of Patience

On Top

I sit at the very top of everything. Well, I suppose not everything. The sky is above me, stretching from horizon to horizon, its vast blue openness clear and freeing. A few clouds float above my head as well, light and fluffy. They must be light, I think, smiling, to be able to drift so … Continue reading On Top