His hand reached out to grab my wrist, feebly trying to stop me driving the rock through Doug's head, but his grasp was feeble, a baby's grip. Effortlessly, I pulled away from him.
Something came out of Archie's mouth, words, or a moan, I didn't know.
Lastwailing Wood shivered noisily in a sudden wind, its topmost branches shaking like trembling fingers, as if pointing up into the sky and I followed their direction to see that the thin wisp of cloud had grown, to be joined by others.
I nodded happily.
God was content. We were on the right track.
Neville Hunt 2 months ago
Not right track... back track for everyone's sake!