The challenge word this week is Pink and my Winchester is melancholy.
It really wasn't a good idea but then he knew that even as he dragged himself from the car but there was never a question that he would attempt it all the same.
The stupidity of this is irrelevant in comparison to the sacrifice he honors by his action and it's all he has left to offer.
So he shuffles slowly, favoring his left leg his limp painfully apparent despite the cane he uses but despises and as he bends to lay the delicate pink roses on the grave his tears fall to mingle with the day's soft sad raindrops.
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