I am the cobbler’s apprentice.
I suppose it doesn’t seem like a very interesting job from the outset. Shoes are shoes–everyone has them. They go on your feet and walk on the ground and step in some things you’d rather not mention.
But I like the job well enough. I get to meet a lot of people–after all, everyone has shoes–and even if I don’t get to talk to them very much, it’s still nice. Sometimes, I like to imagine how their days are going, or have gone, or will go.
Maybe the shoes I help make will lead them on an adventure. Maybe they’ll bump into the love of their life while wearing my shoes. Maybe someone will climb a mountain or go on a ship to faraway lands, each step made with the shoes that I sell them.
Of course, the truth is probably less glamorous: walking around the town like usual, seeing the same people, maybe even marching through the fields and trying to find an errant sheep. But it doesn’t make it any less appealing.
Home is home and friends are friends; to a lost lamb, even the fields are a vast new world.
Maybe someday my shoes will take me somewhere beyond this cobbler’s shop. But for now, I am the cobbler’s apprentice, and I am happy with my life.
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A/N: Tiny thing I mashed out in ten minutes because I had so much work to do and 😦
Ahaha, and watch me not use the word in the drabble. Yup, because that’s how I roll.
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