The Sling Shot
© Microsoft 365 Stock Image THE SLING SHOT By Ronald Bunch 11/8/2024 Huey zipped down a steep hill in winter as the bitter cold bit his face. He dreamt of every detail in the past of 2023. His feet burned from frostbite not caring. He was focused on racing the other children up to the summit. “Yay,” he cheered for the tenth and last time down near a party of gawkers, not wanting to climb up the hill again with sweaty snow pants. Huey’s mom was patiently watching all the sledders waiting for her son to finish. When Huey awoke fresh from his slumber, he could smell carcinogens from cigarette smoke, drowning him. He habitually parted his chestnut-brown hair with a comb; then trudged downstairs to make sure the apartment was not on fire. His Caucasian dad, David, was the source of the fumes. He was smoldering in tabaco and fasting. “Son, never smoke like me, or eat like your mother Lisa.” She was short and obese. “Get dressed for school.” “Okay dad, I w...
