Big Iron

Previously

…“It’s coming along,” I said, a genuine smile spreading across my face. “Slowly, but surely. And I’m starting to hear what it’s telling me.” Sarah looked at me, her usual doubts momentarily forgotten. There was something in my voice, a quiet confidence that hadn’t been there before. She saw the passion in my eyes, the unwavering resolve. She didn’t say anything for a moment, just studied my face, as if trying to decipher the new language I was speaking, the language of a dream taking flight, nurtured by the whispers of history. The apple turnover felt warm in my hand, a small, sweet promise against the encroaching dusk, a promise of things to come.