The drabble word this week is chest and as a pic me up for Muffy she requested penetrating chest wounds. I wanted to do something not too obvious so here is an allegorical heart wound!
The small chest was old, battered, but sturdy too, so it might just survive the unholy cataclysm that was about to be loosed.
He placed within it all that was left to him now, in the hope that afterwards, when it was done, Sam would know that he had never stopped loving him.
John's journal. Its old leather cover stiff with his fresh blood. The amulet. A battered hip flask that had been Bobby's. All so precious that parting with them threatened to shatter his weary heart.
He closed the lid.
And walked to his destiny on the final battlefield.
Hope you enjoyed it! Get well soon Muffy!