I have always been a fan of writing, especially writing fiction. Most times I do not share my work for various reasons. For once, I have decided that I quite enjoy what I’ve written.
This was a spur of the moment thing, written at 11:30 one night. I had meant to go to sleep, but this thought keep nudging along the edge of my mind, asking to be dug out. Rather than letting it go to waste, I decided “Hey! It’ll be great. I can get something to save. To give out as a show of what I can do, when I need.”
With that, I set out to writing. I can’t recall how long it took, but this is the final product:
The Blacksmith and The Farmer, a short tale.