The rock in my hand
...feeling the perfect fit
The rock, caressed in both hands
...brutal hardness vibrating into my palms
"Oh my God!" Archie repeated. Glancing up at him, I saw that he knew what was about to happen.
Doug still had his face covered by his hands. A groan bubbled up out of his throat, and, still semi-conscious, he barely moved.
I raised both hands above my head. The point of the rock pointed the way into Doug's skull.
Accept this sacrifice, Doug had said.
"Accept this sacrifice!" I screamed, madly ferocious into the white-blue sky.