Nisam_otpisan -

"It is," Marko replied, brushing sawdust off his apron with a newfound sharpness in his eyes. "It’s been through the wreck, and it’s still upright. That’s the best way to be."

Leo ran to the garden pond, but Marko didn't go back to his armchair. He picked up a fresh block of cedar. He wasn't finished. Not by a long shot. If you’d like, I can: nisam_otpisan

The workbench was covered in a layer of dust so thick it looked like grey velvet. For three years, Marko hadn’t touched the lathe or the chisels. After the factory closed and his hands started to shake, he’d accepted the label the world gave him: retired, obsolete, done. "It is," Marko replied, brushing sawdust off his