The two had been working together for nearly 10 years now. The old man spoke to the young apprentice with a firm urgency in his voice, “skim-it!” The young lad, without a moment’s hesitation, hurried to the woodshop with plank in hand. Nervously returning, handed the old master carver the piece of wood, attentively listening, observing every moan and grimace on the old man’s face as he adjusted the board into position — “ahhh, perfect!” Sighed the gray bearded elder. The corners of his mouth gently raised, revealing the faintes smile. “How did you know,” said the old man, “I just measured a blade’s width,” the youth replied. With that the old man reached down, his cracked leathery hands mirroring the worn dark brown tool belt around his waist. Releasing the buckle, he placed it around the youthful waist of the young master – turned and slowly walked away. The young man stood silently, with water glazed eyes he watched his father’s silhouette fade, completely confident in his training and the legacy that hung about his waist.
by K. Osei
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