Thursday, June 2, 2011

THE VILLAGE SMITHY ~ "Need A Hoof Nipper?" ~ Epic*sode 2 ~ By Absolutely*Kate (#flash-fiction)

~ By Absolutely*Kate  
Epic*sode 2 ~ "NEED A HOOF NIPPER?"
Click here for The Beginning Epic*sode

A mighty man the village smithy was to behold in the town livening up to be Liza's new town. (If ever a lady needed a new town, this shady lady was she.)  On the shady side of the Essex green, under the magnificent spreading chestnut tree, the village smithy's planishing hammer pounded testosterone into consenting anvil. Again, again . . . forcefully again, harder, stronger, swifter, more true with every arc his sinewy hands of instinct threw. 

Rugged the repetition that rose and fell, cleared the air . . . and clang, clang, clang went that volley. Recitation of elementary Longfellow rolled as easy off the mind and tongue as primal sensations dodge to forge molten their heat. The muscles of his brawny arms were as strong as iron bands. Sweat glistened where muscles punctuated the day. Reprising exclamation's point, Liza extended one white-gloved hand, and heard herself listen to gumption say ~

"Saaaaay Mister, I'm new in town. You have a hoof nipper?"
Where the hell that came from -- a snippet of a movie time with her funny Ma, or some snatch of lore in a book long paged and just about forgotten -- Liza couldn't for the life dancing Virginia reels in her peepers 'pon the the genteel town of Essex rightly say. But banal wouldn't become her, no matter how bodacious the view.  
A lyricist, after all, was attuned to break new ground ~ especially with the pomp that circumstanced a dame just blowin' in, fresh off the steam train, desiring fiercely to make a new resounding mark in a new town.  To make other towns . . . best forgot.
Come rain or come shine, underlying forces yet unseen, the village green was fast swirling to become Liza's kalideoscopic scene. Townsfolk took notice, slowed up their chatter. The butcher nudged the baker. Keenly, the business acumen of these men heeded what mattered. The village smithy stopped mid-swing. 
Liza was quicker than her own sassy wink. "You know Smithy, it don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing." 
With nary a doo wop, the brassy band in the gazebo just played on. Seems only the candlestick maker, peering 'neath the forest green awning 'cross the street corner named Desire, had a flicker of what was to come.
The village smithy spoke. "You need a hoof nipper?"

© 2011 ~ Author Absolutely*Kate
 in a small-town large state of mind 

Photo ala Wolfrage



Harry said...

You know, I was wondering if that smithy might be forging a new set of shoes for that Belmont runner that keeps losing his. Now I'm wondering what sort of relationship this new filly's forging.

Kate Pilarcik ~ absolutely said...

Aw Harry . . . there you go - fast-tracking again. You sure are a fella wit' a lotta horsesense.

~ Absolutely*Kate
and shady lady Liza

Anonymous said...

"But banal wouldn't become her, no matter how bodacious the view." Love, love, love this line Kate! In fact, the whole story. I can't wait to see what this broad stirs up!

Kevin Michaels said...

A fun read (as well as a cool ride)......the butcher, the baker, and the candlestick maker (knaves all three...).

KjM said...

"But banal wouldn't become her, no matter how bodacious the view."

I see Deanna's already found this line - but it bears repeating. This sums up your Liza like no other,

Wonderful continuation of this *Kate, and I'm looking forward to what else is to come.

Just great fun.

Mari said...

This is one lyrical serial. Very different in tone from everything else I've seen so far. I'm caught, *Kate!

Helen A. Howell said...

This is one fun piece loved the line "You know Smithy, it don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing."

What will your girl get up to I wonder and will the Smithy play?

Helen - from

Steve Green said...

A hoof nipper? I think the sassy Liza'd thoughts of what the birds'n bees'd do, and there's obvious attraction to his hammer action, and his brawnsome youth, forsooth forsooth!! :D

Kate Pilarcik ~ absolutely said...

Gosh, I just love a guy who gulps "Forsooth!" ... a stunning broad who gets the gist of a swingin' tune ... and a gal who can blurb "lyrical serial" and still keep her eyes dancin' (I know they are).

Lottsa thanks Steve, Helen and merry Mari from my vantage under the spreading chestnut tree. How absolutely superb to be back AT THE BIJOU watchin' you swells jivin' in your red velvet seats again. ~ Absolutely*Kate

Kate Pilarcik ~ absolutely said...

Dashin' Deanna and meaningful Mr Mackey ~ I got grinnn that you globbed on to one of my fave line-churners. Indeed, this speaks the esprit you'll gander our Liza to be.

And Mr Michaels, back I see, by the BIJOU back door knowin' of knaves no less. How could it be otherwise, you wise guys? My thanks be smilin' - now 'scuse me while I go catch up on a ton of fun readin' 'round all your proper establishments.

Uh, someone wanta clean up that popcorn mess Harry kicked over when he pulled out his Racing Form?

~ Absolutely*Kate ... back and kickin' it wit'the best!

Steve Green said...

Kate*absolutely back in tha groooooove,

fluff your stuff ,n strut that butt, don't go gettin' forlorn 'bout the popcorn, by now it's icin' in the dyson.

Power to ya...

Matthew S. Magda said...

This has several good elements. There is the primal with the woman's attraction to the physically fit, muscular man. There is intrigue since we do not know what the woman is about, why the man is a smithy,and what is a hoof nipper. There is suspense because we want to know what will happen. Well done Kate! How could it be otherwise?

Author said...

Brilliant, loved it. Fantastic work, Kate!

ratatouille's archives said...

Hi! Absolutely*Kate...

Once again, your writing is great in just three paragraphs you, have captured the feeling Of the day, the main character(s) personalities and my attention with an interesting Episode 2...
[postcript:I just read Episode 3 for some unknown reason...I missed Episode 2...Therefore, I had to backtrack.]
deedee ;-D