“Daddy, look at the dragon fly,” squealed Lela, gleefully.
“Where?” Ty looked toward Lela’s voice and then knelt at the brook.
“Over there!”
Ignoring her, Ty gulped cool water, face half submerged. He paused.
“I see it! Beautiful!”
A blue dragonfly lit upon a pebble. Viscous, red raindrops stunned it momentarily. Its flight drew Ty’s gaze heavenward. Tranquility belied panic.
Two tumbling objects plummeted. Opaque saliva, followed immediately by its transparent, hypergolic complement, plunged into Ty’s gaping mouth. The ensuing detonation propelled his torso to the ground. The upper third of his skull ascended past Lela’s bisected cranium and foot.
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