Dawn in San Francisco

What's Important

He’d been working for hours – and that’s just counting today. As always, perfection eluded him, and perfection had never mattered as much as it did now. It had to be perfect.

So he worked on. He poured, he shaped, he reheated, he reshaped… he swore and started over.
Wendy didn’t know. She didn’t even suspect, as far as he could tell. At least not how close he was to completion.
When she asked what he was working on that was taking so much of his time and attention he would just say it was Morpheus, and she would immediately lose interest. It also upset her a little, which Kevin hated himself for, but it was the way it had to be. She couldn’t know the full truth of it yet, because… well, because she can’t. It’s, like, a rule or something. She can’t know until it’s ready.

Kevin inspected his most recent attempt. This one seemed promising. It just needs a few minor alterations and adjustments, and… is that a damn dent? He retrieved a magnifying glass from a drawer, and looked closer. Yep, that’s a dent. It’s small, but it’s there. Unacceptable. He threw it with the other rejects, a steadily growing pile.

Why is this so hard? He needed this to be perfect, and there wasn’t much time, not with the ever increasingly impending doom.
He had been planning, and working on, this particular project for some time before he got into this mess, but the return of Mr Devil had made him decide to redouble his efforts.
It was strange Рand perhaps somewhat clich̩ Рbut the prospect of the world coming to an untimely end had really made him re-evaluate what mattered to him, and what he needed to have done before dying.

Come to think of it, he was no longer happy with the current design. Kevin sighed heavily. He took off his heavy-duty goggles, gloves, and blacksmith’s apron. He wiped the sweat from his forehead. Looked at the time – there was still about an hour that he could spend on this today. If he could come up with a new, better design reasonably quickly he could even get a couple of more attempts done.

In truth, he would much rather leave now, and spend more time with Wendy. But he forced himself to stay. It is for Wendy that I am doing this. It will all be worth it when it is done, when she sees it. She will be amazed…



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