My fingers tightened around the rock. Sinews in my wrists became hardened branches, my shoulders tightened and my teeth bit through my lip.
When Archie yelled "Look! Look!" and pointed at the sky, I was aware of blood squirting out over my chin and the taste of hot salt in my mouth.
I looked, following his pointing hand.
And there, just above the trees, a sign from God.
I blinked. Disbelieving.
It was still there. The faintest wisp of white cloud, barely a smear on the retina of the sky.
But it was there. And it was real.