The Heartsmith with Skeletal Hands

The Heartsmith pounded and pounded making hearts. He wore leather gloves to hide a secret that no one knew about. He sighed and wiped away the sweat that furrowed down.

“All done with that heart. More to either mend or to make. First, a break from all this heat.” He said as he took off his leather apron and his goggles, showing his sea blue eyes.

He walked over to a table and sat down. He smiled at the pile of hearts he just made. He grabbed his lunch box and opened it. He started eating his sandwich made of white bread with salami and cheese. When he finished his food, he put the lunch box away and stood up. He grabbed a “broken” heart and examined it. He observed it as he checked what could be done to save the heart. He saw the only was to repair it was to stitch it together at this point. He grabbed a needle and some thread. He sewed the two pieces back together. He then, set the sewn heart in some kind of clear slime and the heart started growing dark and bitter. He took it out immediately and set it aside.

“Man, oh, man. This one is a toughy. I am surprised this heart survived all that and more. Let’s try this red goop o’er here.” He said as he took off his right glove off, showing his skeletal hand.

He picked up the heart up carefully. He walked over to the big couldron full of red goop and dropped it in. The goop started bubbling when, suddenly there was a knock at his door. He put his glove on and adjusted his goggles onto his eyes. He grabbed a broken heart and started working on it.

“Come in!!” He yelled over his torch he just lit.

A woman with wings walked in and smiled.

“Is it finished?” She asked with a smile.

He didn’t respond to her question. He turned his torch off and looked at her. She looked at him confused.

“Look, Freedom. Her heart isn’t quite ready.” He said as he looked over at the bubbling couldron.

“When will it be ready? You know, it has been 6 months. Please, get it done. Also, my name isn’t Freedom. It is Seldora!” She said as she grabbed his gloved right hand.

“Give it another couple of hours and then it will be done. Speakin’ of... It is done my friendly, Freedom.” He said as he slid his goggles up onto his head.

He grabbed a heart clamp and grabbed the heart out of the goop. He set it in a bowl and smiled. He put a fan near it to let it cool for a bit. After a few minutes, he nodded for her to take the heart. She grabbed it and took off with it to give it back to its rightful owner.