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Title: Fall On Me
Disclaimer: Stake no claims hereof whatsoever, only playing with my words in Kripke's sandbox.
Challenge Word: Frame and Splinter
Word Count: 200
Players: Enkidu07, Onyx Moonbeam & A Lovely Bunch of Others
Memories can be, well, painful- Especially if you're a Winchester...
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The few photos salvaged were stacked in a manila envelope wrapped in plastic in the Impala's trunk. Just over a year since Mary's death, the first week of the New Year, Dean had reached under a bundle of splintered Evergreen stakes to find that which I'd been unable to look at for such awhile.
Wordlessly, as was his way, he spread the tattered pictures of our family over the dusty pavement of the parking lot. Boy had taken so little interest in anything up till then that I'd dared not interfere.
Hurt looking, though: Mary and I, Dean holding newborn Sammy for the first time, the four of us grinning under the big oak in our front yard, and a few more fleeting glimpses of such scenes and dreams, gone forever.
One lone frame remained, containing a picture Mary had taken of me holding three-year-old Dean. Remembering the moment, I almost felt my son, solid, secure in my arms again. I remembered his wistful smile- chubby hands splayed upwards, eyes transfixed. Nothing there but blue, though, far as my eyes could see…
"Dean?"
"Sky falling."
"Sky's not gonna fall, son."
"Daddy hold up the sky."
I remember how fondly, how foolishly I'd laughed.
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