Cracked Like Glass - a drabble

[amberdreams]

I thought I might start posting a few of my old drabbles here.  I've written so many now!
This one is from 2010.

All Hell Breaks Loose. In a run down shack, somewhere near Cold Oak…

Cracked Like Glass

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E/O Drabble Challenge: word count 100

Challenge word: Curl

Pain splinters me

I am cracked like glass. I taste

salt, my own fear, can save

nothing.
Gwen Harwood

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Dean was finished.

Gently he placed each newly washed hand onto Sam's still chest; clean now, but the dead skin still grey.

He closed burning eyes against the vivid images assailing him.

Long fingers flashing over a keyboard, their speed and dexterity a reflection of the incisive mind driving them.

Grazed bloody knuckles, broken fingernails touching his ghostly hands over that Ouija board.

Smaller, slender fingers under his, learning to fire a salt-loaded shotgun.

Tiny, chubby fingers that curled instinctively tight round his own, the first time that he met his little brother.

This last memory shattered Dean like glass.

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Comments

[tifaching.livejournal.com]

That last line just broke me a little. This one was before my time at E/O so I'm glad you posted it here!

[amberdreams.livejournal.com]

Aw thanks Tif. I have a lot of melancholy ones!

[monicawoe.livejournal.com]

How sad and beautifully written!

[amberdreams.livejournal.com]

Thank you, Moni. That scene makes me tear up every time...

[blackrabbit42.livejournal.com]

Oh, wow.

[amberdreams.livejournal.com]

Thank you!