Challenge #3: Rose Abbott and something broken.

(Post "Miracle Of Everwood")
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A dull thud with a frantic roar as backup.

Then just silence.

And she was broken.

Up the stairs and through the door and her son is removing his fist from the wall.

There's blood where flesh has split from impact.

It blankets his hand and trickles down, painting him.

Clenching and unclenching and clenching.

And he watches as the crimson escapes.

It smears around the fresh void, where jagged edges had clutched at skin.

Plaster peppers the floor and dances ballets in open wounds.

Tears drown healing abrasions.

And urgent breaths battle.

"Honey?"

It was all Rose had left.
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