I Have Written a Short Story
THE GLASS BLOWER
The glass-blower stood back and marveled at his work. This had been a first for him and his toil was handsomely rewarded. Placing the decanter-shaped orb upon the mantel-piece, he looked around the room. Silence. In the twenty years that he and his wife had been married, he had never had this privilege……until now.
She never knew what hit her, easier that way and the furnace out the back had served him well. Researching how to do it, “Just add the ashes,” it said. His wife was a real beauty. Glancing towards the mantel, he realised…. she still was.
The glass-blower stood back and marveled at his work. This had been a first for him and his toil was handsomely rewarded. Placing the decanter-shaped orb upon the mantel-piece, he looked around the room. Silence. In the twenty years that he and his wife had been married, he had never had this privilege……until now.
She never knew what hit her, easier that way and the furnace out the back had served him well. Researching how to do it, “Just add the ashes,” it said. His wife was a real beauty. Glancing towards the mantel, he realised…. she still was.
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