Selecting the right words to give strength to the tale
Managing to weld together sentences without seams
Intricate work with the hammer to make the whole thing take shape
Then quenching it with an editing pass to give it durability
How a writer forges stories from raw emotional stock
Bent over itself over one hundred times
Leaving a subtle strength and flexibility
And then quenched for hardness
Deidre respected everything the katana had been through
Everything she had done, and then some
The ring bound him to her. He wondered what insanity had caused him to willingly volunteer to wear the cursed thing in the first place. Still, in that moment of weakness, he had accepted her boon and doomed his soul.
He looked at the perfect circle of gold and thought about chopping the whole finger off. He’d be better off maimed for the rest of his life. He couldn’t do it though. She had taken so much of his strength that he didn’t have the fortitude anymore.
Instead he closed his eyes and dreamt of her when she was alive.
So many people on the dance floor
Motion like the ocean crested through his body
A small clear spot emptied around him
Sending his body onto larger motions
His dignity realized this did not bode well
Even though it was sinking in all the alcohol
Drinking was definitely not his strength