What does the god of fire demand of Brendan?
The problem isn’t his pottery skills. No, the problem lies with his backyard kiln. Every vessel Brendan fires in it ends up shattered. His fault? Oh no!
A commanding voice tells him every attempt he makes will fail … unless he does as it asks. Brendan ropes in his mate Johnny, if only to tell him he’s completely bonkers. They end up in a place they thought never to visit again, a place of nightmares from their childhood.
Ha, maybe there is a fire god. How does one deal with that?
Genre: FICTION / Short Stories (single author)New Release 2023
Deflating puffed cheeks, I acknowledge that creating a few more this day doesn’t sit right. This one is a test, I feel it in my bones, so best not hedge bets now in making others. Right? Too right. Time to walk away with fingers crossed.
So far, all is as it should be … and so had the others been at this point. All the others will go just great as well, I know already, for I’ve been creating vessels for years now and am more than comfortable in my chosen craft. It’s the firing that has become the issue, and I won’t know how this one performs until it’s dry. Given the inclement weather, with the promise of a proper unleashing within hours, that may be weeks away. Only then dare I offer it to the god of fire in my blackened brick oven out back.
Seven vessels are currently ready for the furnace, and four more will be in a few days, but as I’m low on sawdust at the moment, I can walk away this day.
Right. I do exactly that.
Can’t believe how relieved I feel.
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Portuguese
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Already translated.
Translated by ANDRE DIOGO WEBER 2
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Lia Garcia
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