Mar

Staring at the sky, white, foam flecked lips snarled as he tightened his fists and rolled his shoulders, preparing for an unseen foe.

His burning eyes glared at the horizon, willing it to take just a single step forward, goading it into a futile fight.

Lifting his powerful jaw he bellowed, defiant of the night sky, of the crushing weight that brought him to his knees before an uncaring moon.

Snaking his powerful arms around his middle, he shook his head, trying so hard to dislodge the hurtful stares and hateful comments of those who didn't understand threw at him.

If only his brothers realised. If only he dared to let them care. Dare to let them know that it was not only the physical wounds that hurt him. The emotional too, would always mar his soul.

And those wounds would never go away.


A/N: I finished my blanket! Yippee! That's taken AGES, as it's the size of a queen sized bedspread! *laughs* This blanket means a lot to me, I was inspired by the boys (ok, Casey's) farmhouse. Can't you just imagine crochet granny square blankets on the beds? All folded up neatly at the end, or strewn over an armchair, or draped over an injured soul? I picked sunny, spring/summer colours, and yeah, I must admit I'm pretty chuffed.

I'm working on another one, it's a blanket full of little turtle shells ... how cute!

But for now that's mothballed as I make a blanket for my oldest son. His birthday is in March, and I want it done by then.

Rant, rave, review ... or just send me some congratulations.