Object Writing: Hammer

That familiar metallic smell tugs at my nose as I scrape the rust off a poorly kept hammer. It had laid stained by the atmosphere within which it slept turning orange and brown, bleeding into the wooden handle to bruise the grain. It shines weakly after a foray with steel wool, scarred by its abandonment. I roughly drag an oil soaked rag over the head and handle barely finding the original sheen and glory of a new hammer, my pride reflected in the poor glances of light catching on its surface. Chest puffed, I take it to the fence line to find stray nails in need of aggressive suggestion to re-secure bowed palings. I feel agile until I deftly swing and collide against timber, nail untouched. After a few limp attempts, I barrel through the array of nails like whack-a-mole on easy and stand back to admire the feeble attempt to repair the back-broken fence...

Ahh, ran out of time! I really wanted to wrap this story back around to the hammer being left again forgotten with the oil that would fade with time and leave it to rust again. Oh well!

I really liked: "bleeding into the wooden handle to bruise the grain", "scarred by its abandonment", "aggressive suggestion" "back-broken fence"