Word of the Week: Splinter
Word Count: 100 – On the nose
Disclaimer: I own nothing – it all belongs to Kripke, but I sure do like playing with his toys!
Listening to: Evanescence - Haunted
Set just after No Rest for the Wicked, a brief glimpse into what we didn't get to see…
Those We Leave Behind by Impaladreams
Another shuddering sob wracked his frame and he collapsed heavily to his knees. Head bowed low, dishevelled hair shielding his tear-streaked face from the sun's dying rays as they filtered below the pines.
Hands raw and bleeding, reached shakily to rest upon freshly turned soil.
A comforting hand gripped his shoulder; he shook his head, mutely pleading for solitude.
Alone, his forehead sank to press against the red earth. Trembling fists clenched tightly; desperately he focused on the shards of agony from myriad splinters driven deep into his palms as he'd driven home the rough wooden cross…
Silently, he wept.
EndsSorry, it's a bit of a sad one but I'd love to know what you think! Jane