A/N: Requested by sunshineyes on Livejournal, drabble post 9/28/09.
Prompt: growlery
Disclaimer: I don't own the original work this is derived from. This work is complete, and its brevity is intentional.
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broken shield
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There's a place just outside Tara's bedroom window where a bush grows right up against the house, clawing at the sills and panes.
When Momma gets into one of her Moods, she can slip right out through the scratchy branches and curl up against the trunk, where it's dark and she can be invisible. Somehow, the words still find her even through the ferny leaves, but they don't hurt quite as much when she's here.
She's still little, now. Soon she'll get too big and the her secret little growlery will tear her up when she tries to get in. Or maybe Momma will finally get that deck built she's been dreaming of, and the it'll just land on the heap of detritus with everything else. It'll be okay.
What's one more broken shield in an endless war?
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