Ping! Letterbox… Thwack! Liquidambar…

Matt an’ me were slingshootin’ in the front yard.

There was a shatterin’ of glass and crunchin’ of metal.

The newspaper reckoned the driver hit the light pole and died at the scene.

We argued over who shot the stone, then never spoke of it again.

Growing up, slingshooting was a fun pastime for Melanie until one day she may or may not have caused someone to receive a serious injury…