once I was hanging out with a blacksmith while he worked his 19th century forge and he was shaping some iron or w/e and a piece of red-hot flack ended up flying down my throat and as I was suffering and drinking All The Water from his bottle he gave me he looked at me very seriously and said
“you know what this means, right? it’s in your blood now. you’re gonna be called to be a blacksmith.”
I have not stopped thinking about this for two years bc what did he mean?? ? ??
What if one day I’m married and I have children and I just wake up in the night and walk out of my house barefoot in my pajamas to the nearest forge and I’m missing for 10 years and then one day my wife and my grown children see me at a black smithing demonstration and they call out my name
but I don’t remember who they are.
All I know is the forge.
actually this is a whole other story bc I went to school down the street from a little 19th century village and all the buildings were actually from the like 1860s which is Very Old for the US and I was TOLD the blacksmith was supposed to be there on Saturdays but sometimes he wasn’t and sometimes he was and sometimes he was the ONLY one there with no other events going on and as far as I could ever figure out he was actually just the ghost of a long-dead smith who manifested physically at random and they made up a schedule as a cover-up and just hoped he’d follow it enough to pass as a sort of unreliable but Definitely Alive modern man.
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