As Simon was asking Ben to check on the feral animal he had spotted in the stall, Rebecca jumped from the shadows and brought a crushing blow down on Ben’s head with the farm tool. Half of his head and face broke off, falling to the dirt floor like porcelain, shards and pieces strewn all over the ground. He looked like a stone doll, falling sideways with a rigid thud. There was no blood, no brain fluid or matter, easing out like a river. There was only emptiness and pieces.
