Buiffalo Boy — Christopher Charles

Suddenly the buffalo charged. The shock took precious seconds and allowed the buffalo to be very close before he could react. Askee's legs, caught half way, were not balanced. He did not have the leverage of the moments before to plant the sacred arrow in the bow correctly. He panicked. "Not yet!" He screamed. "Not yet!"
Pulling back hard, he let the sacred arrow fly, but it was poorly aimed. The buffalo with his head down took the arrow in his heavy shoulder hair. It did little damage and allowed him to continue his attack.
Askee had a brief glimpse of the sharp horn coming up underneath him. He felt it go into his side ripping vital organs. Suddenly he was airborne going high up over the buffalo's back.
He waited for his back to hit the ground, but for some reason it did not. He felt himself floating upward until he was in the clouds. The high emotions of the kill left him. He was drifting, and thinking, "It is so peaceful. Why am I here? I was doing something important. I must remember." His mind tried hard, but the effort quickly became tiring, and he stopped.