Fic: Once, There Was A Boy (PG)
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apocalypsosTitle: Once, There Was A Boy
Author:apocalypsos
Fandom: Supernatural
Spoilers: "Live Free Or Twi-Hard"
Summary: Once, there was a boy, and the world threw him away.
Author's note: I just had this thought today while watching this week's episode and I just wanted to put it down in story form. (Very short prose, but still.)
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Once, There Was A Boy
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Once, there was a boy, and the world threw him away.
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Once, there was a boy, crumpled and torn and shed like an old coat, left to the weeds and the winds and the fires, abandoned in thought and body and soul. The boy lie on the dry cracked ground in the airless heat, forgotten and tossed aside. He softly cried and hardly moved, and desperately desperately wanted his mother.
So the dry cracked ground and the airless heat gave her to him, in its own misguided way.
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Once, there was a boy, and he held a knife. The boy pressed the knife against smooth tear-streaked flesh, and dredged up the oh-so-recent memory of his mother's stolen hand pressing a knife against his own smooth tear-streaked flesh, teaching him the new way of things.
He followed her instructions, one strong practiced slice, and was rewarded.
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Once, there was a boy, expertly broken, a boy-shaped bag of shattered glass, and he asked for something. He asked nicely and said please. He did his chores and cleaned up the blood afterward.
As fake as she was, his mother stroked his cheek with the edge of a blade, soft warm smile like freshly baked cookies, and she gave him his something.
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Once, there was a boy, and he breathed the air again, and he was free.
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Once, there was a boy, and he had no family.
He had a mother and then none. He had no father and then one and then none again. He had no brothers and then two brothers and then many brothers and then one.
He had one brother that he borrowed, strong and true, and the boy came back to the world in his borrowed face with his borrowed memories and borrowed the whole wide world.
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Once, there was a boy, just a bag of broken glass.
And he had a brother, just big enough to fit inside.
Author:
apocalypsosFandom: Supernatural
Spoilers: "Live Free Or Twi-Hard"
Summary: Once, there was a boy, and the world threw him away.
Author's note: I just had this thought today while watching this week's episode and I just wanted to put it down in story form. (Very short prose, but still.)
Once, There Was A Boy
*
Once, there was a boy, and the world threw him away.
*
Once, there was a boy, crumpled and torn and shed like an old coat, left to the weeds and the winds and the fires, abandoned in thought and body and soul. The boy lie on the dry cracked ground in the airless heat, forgotten and tossed aside. He softly cried and hardly moved, and desperately desperately wanted his mother.
So the dry cracked ground and the airless heat gave her to him, in its own misguided way.
*
Once, there was a boy, and he held a knife. The boy pressed the knife against smooth tear-streaked flesh, and dredged up the oh-so-recent memory of his mother's stolen hand pressing a knife against his own smooth tear-streaked flesh, teaching him the new way of things.
He followed her instructions, one strong practiced slice, and was rewarded.
*
Once, there was a boy, expertly broken, a boy-shaped bag of shattered glass, and he asked for something. He asked nicely and said please. He did his chores and cleaned up the blood afterward.
As fake as she was, his mother stroked his cheek with the edge of a blade, soft warm smile like freshly baked cookies, and she gave him his something.
*
Once, there was a boy, and he breathed the air again, and he was free.
*
Once, there was a boy, and he had no family.
He had a mother and then none. He had no father and then one and then none again. He had no brothers and then two brothers and then many brothers and then one.
He had one brother that he borrowed, strong and true, and the boy came back to the world in his borrowed face with his borrowed memories and borrowed the whole wide world.
*
Once, there was a boy, just a bag of broken glass.
And he had a brother, just big enough to fit inside.
