A little thought about the best big brother in the world, just because ...
... just because I feel like it!
Word Count: approx: 100
Disclaimer: I own nothing, nothing at all. Not even a shield …
A shield could come in many forms.
Some were round, some were square; some were tall as a man, some were small; wood, iron, or animal hide, heraldic colours … shields came in all shapes and sizes.
Sam's shield was currently sitting on it's bed, sporting a ketchup stained T-shirt; big toe peeking through a hole in a frayed blue sock. It gave a soft burp as it screwed up a burger wrapper, tossing it in a carefully calculated arc to bounce off the side of Sam's head.
Yes, a shield could come in many forms.
Sam liked his the best.