Thursday, July 15, 2010

He Endured: Blurb II

A pariah in his own right, he rarely spoke. He braved the days; endured the nights, nursing an unhealing heart. They cast dirty looks; spoke ill in hushed tones; pointed; accused; scorned; he endured.

They called him names; he laughed. They rejected him; he smiled. They spat ill words; he feigned deafness.

Like storm winds, they beat on him, a frail withered tree. He was broken and unbroken at the same time.

Through the end, he bowed. The winds settled; he was broken and unbroken, still.

So they cast stones at him.

He endured as long as he could.


One hundred words, not including the title. This is relaxing.