Friday Fantasy ~ Number Thirteen

Grief of The Artisan

~ He was struck down to worthlessness.

Image courtesy of Dirk L ~ http://www.sxc.hu/profile/dkcandle

His body would barely function.

His mind was thin and brittle.

Calefas felt he had been cursed and thought he knew why.

He had made pottery with shapes that were forbidden—shapes that went beyond functionality—shapes that were sensuous.

Calefas had sent for the Shaman, Tezil, and prayed he would still be alive when the Shaman appeared…

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Tezil was on his way to Calefas’ workshop....