Gemotions

The heat from the forge was stifling, but the pressure was even worse. A deal was on the table, and they were trying to convince him to go through with it. Arthur, a blacksmith, had found freedom in the shaping of metal, in the dance of fire and hammer. His son, Finn, now spent all his free time at the forge, mimicking his every move, his focus unwavering. Arthur felt the familiar, unwelcome tightness in his throat as he watched Finn. His mind, normally clear, was clogged with doubts. “Finn, go on home," he said, his voice clipped.