During 2018’s A-Z Challenge, we wrote the first draft of “The November Deadline” and to celebrate that this is now (finally) out with beta readers, we’ll be producing a daily piece of micro-fiction linked to it – some prequel, some containing a detail not included in the story, some snippets from sequels currently being written.
Her face hot & flushed, Juliet grumbled to herself.
Hildr was concentrating on getting the forge ready and had tasked Juliet with measuring out small and most precise amounts for a complex compound. Juliet hated this type of work – fiddly in the worst of ways, requiring precision & attention to detail – while completely lacking in flair. Realising this was probably precisely why it formed such a regular part of her training programme simply made Juliet grumble all the more.
Worse, it was a lovely Spring day – the sun was shining and she wanted to be outdoors. She never minded being indoors when she was smithing, but this type of work was unremittingly dull.
What had added insult to injury, was her discovery over half-way through that, for some reason, Hildr had written out the measurements in metric, despite normal forge practice being to work in imperial measures. Talk about adding an extra level of complexity!
Having had to re-do the whole process she’d complained , of course, but had wisely waited Agnarr ‘s arrival, being a little afraid of Hildr – only for Agnarr to explain that as she’d been making such good progress, they’d needed to add a new level of complexity to stretch her.
She supposed it was a sort of compliment. But she was still hot…if a little less bothered.
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