Ok, I dont know if this is a really good story or not, but i thought I might as well write it cause it was bugging me. I want to know what happened to Kate's deceased, as far as I know, husband. So here ya all go.


"Not Gone Just In Her Heart To Stay"

Kate sighed at the lack of people, work, and money that surrouned, or should she say didn't surround her. Inside she screamed at everyone, then at herself for her temper. 'Just wait she thought, all it will take is one person, then everyone will want your metal, just one person, one'. The thought helped contain her anger some. She saw the people staring at her, saw the other blacksmiths moking her, laughing, and joking. She turned away from them in disgust. Was the whole world so messed up that ignorant men, like the blacksmiths nearby, were putting most of their attention into destroying her life. What was wrong with a woman blacksmith anyways, the trade reminded her of her husband. He taught it to her when they were only children, for on the summer days they had nothing to do but that or listen to their parents gloat about whos crop was faring the best. A tear surfaced to her eye wetting her lid, but she held it back enough that no one could tell from a distance. She sniffeled a little then got back to her work.
She turned around to heat the metal when she saw him. A handsome young man, with blond ringlets, and fire in his eyes, the fire to compete and win. He was talking to the blacksmiths trying to find someone to fix his broken armor, cheap. There were two others beside him a rather big man with a balding head, but he had the kindest face which reminded her of the tales that she heard about Santa Clause when she was younger. The other one was skinny, with flaming red hair, and, by the way he acted yelling at everyone, a temper to match. But her eyes kept returning to the first man, the younger one. He reminded her of her deceased husband Gregory, right down to the pride in his eyes. She thought of him for a minute or two, and smiled to herself. She thought of the daisies, her favorite, he used to give her, and the sayings he used to tell her. Then a flash back came so quickly she almost fell. She awoke to a nocking on the door, she hoped it would be her Gregory home from the dreadful war and meaningless fighting. When she got there it was only the postmaster. He gave her a letter and ran off, well as fast as his short, stubby legs would carry him. There was no other address, just hers. She thought about some of her friends receiving letters about their husbands death and she stopped breathing. She tore the letter open and read with eyes wide. It said what she feared most, death, the thing that everyone now a days was fearing. She closed the door and for a moment nothing, no thought, no sound, nothing. Then she cried, it all came out, she screamed in utter pain. Nothing, she thought, could hurt worse then this. She cried herself to sleep for over a week.
She came back to her real life, the present not the past. And allowed herself to work, although her gaze kept sliding to the young mans. She saw him coming towards her at the advice of another blacksmith and she wiped her wet face on a clean part of her apron. She went back to work, she did not want to work for someone who she thought had no real way to pay her all of the expenses.


The end, please review and let me know what you think. I decided to write up until they meet cause i cant rem. all of the dialoge and thats were I thought the story should end.