Flash fiction story this Friday .. and last for this year! Before that- Happy New Year celebration! Got your resolutions ready? Don’t forget to make a wish! Cheers x and see you next year 
Now back to the story. Never written a thing like it, and I dearly hope it worked out well & good enough for you to like. I dare say its a fairy tale of sorts, or a folk tale. Could be both. Well fantasy it is ! Might spot a few rhymes, no real intention to make ones. I’m rubbish at those 
Too much babbling from me Do enjoy your stay and your read Here begins a story about….
The Widow and the Blacksmith with the heart torn out
Somewhere in the East there was a stream
One born of magic and of wisdom
with waters flowing with pure gold
Time passed and a group of people settled down near by it, but alas they never knew about it
Until one day the blacksmith’s wife was picking herbs and flowers
deep into the great dark woods
And then there was the sound of flowing stream
its ringing sound caught up with her
She stood up with a wonder
What sound is that, what river flows?
She felt she must go see
for curiosity was strong with her
So she followed down the sound
More deep into the woods
What she found made her froze
Made her shiver, breathless for unspoken words
for the stream was glimmering in gold
She then decided
to kept it silent, and rushed home right away
She told her husband only
what wealth the forest hid
He took the blazing sword he forged
and ran into the woods
with his eyes to see
The waters of the stream were gold, the magic true as well
But wisdom was the one thing that the blacksmith cared for less
He put his sword away
kneeling down to touch
the golden waters of the stream
And what he did not see
were the sacred beasts
who roamed to forest
the guardians of magic
the protectors of the stream
He heard a grow, and took his sword
turned around and faced a roar
teeth went deep, flesh turned red
the blacksmith fell down dead
with his heart in three feet to the left
* * *
His wife went worried
Much time had passed
and
Night had fallen
She ran in to the forest too
went straight down to the stream
The water was still gleaming
reflecting on a stone cold face
She found her husband dead,
she found his heart apart
The silence was then broken
by a misty choir of ancient voices
- We the beasts of this forest speak now to you. Human you were greedy, wanted magic for yourself. Woman you went silent didn’t share the wealth. Your husband had no wisdom, we took his heart away. You should have told the people, the ones that live with you. You should have shared the secret of this stream, for it was made for all of you. You will feel our punishment, our curse upon you. Your husband’s dead, now what will you do?
The woman felt ashamed
she felt the wrong
and started crying
Her tears fell down on the bleeding heart
With heart as heavy as a stone
she then stood up, and took her husband’s sword
Raised it high and struck herself
straight into the chest
- Pity, woman for you lack wisdom too. Look with your dying eyes; this torn heart beats for two. Now you die, while your husband lives; you paid a price, and he did too. Alas there is more for you to do. Your souls will echo, stay forever here, until you find out the secret of how to save each other. Vice versa may it be. For your punishment for greed was never death- it was living with this unknowing and regret. You will not remember how each time you die. You must feel it in your heart and do the right. Farewell for now, oh mortal ones, farewell to your sin until the dawn.
* * *
Years had passed. Centuries if must. People found the stream, found the gold laying there on its bottom. They lived happy, lived blessed and the small town soon progressed. But every time they went to pay respects to the sacred beasts who led them to the stream, they felt a presence, one that seemed to linger, and seemed not to go away -the one of the Widow and the Blacksmith with the heart torn out heart.
Fairy tale gone bad perhaps ?
