I haven’t done one of these in several months, and as I was flipping through some of my old posts, I found a few of these I did. Since my brain seems to be zapped right now, my mind is drawing a blank, and I’m having difficulty composing something about loners. So I thought I’d try my hand at this challenge again. You can read more about the 100-word Challenge for Grown-Ups at Julia’s Place.
This week’s prompt is to use the words “together the flames,” which means, I think, that the story needs to be 103 words long.
A Blacksmith Prepares for the Apocalypse
One knuckle said “fire,” the other, “ice.” Though heavily tattooed and pierced, he loved Robert Frost. The poet of his youth, the only memory he had of his mother, her voice sweetly lilting the words, forming a litany of them.
As he worked the forge, together the flames leaped in front of those knuckles, the fire’s red contrasting with the black ink.
His hands molded the metal, forming the shape of a sword.
When he was finished, he held the dagger aloft, acknowledging its perfection with a mere quirk of his lips.
His weapon crafted, he was now ready to face the world.