I could feel it, seeping out and soaking the green cotton of my dress. Sticking the cloth to my skin as it spread. I imagined the contrast as warmth blossomed across my chest and my heart began pounding. I wondered, bizarrely, if he was smiling.
There was something so beautiful about the way metal would twist and bend, giving up the hold on its old form to reshape the very nature of itself. The way it boiled and bubbled and slid into molds, shifting and changing until finally it reemerged, fresh and full of new purpose.
Assuming its been given the right amount of heat and direction, of course. Continue reading