Little boy gray

The young boy picked up the slingshot. It fit perfectly with his hands. He was a meager 98 pounds at the age of ten. Tall but skinny. His body to skinny not to show his bones.

Each honey finger moved to position the slingshot perfectly. Taking his medium bear tooth he flexed it in the rubbery material and pulled back. He aimed for the only colored thing in the broken down town. A large red foreign bird. No one was ever able to catch the colored birds. But his tooth sank right in the birds chest. Causing it to fall to his feet. He took the tooth and cleaned it on his shirt.

Pulling a small cloth from his pocket he warped the bird so he could carry it. Walked two miles he reached his home. A small shack at the edge of the woods. His mother smiled from the door as she excepted the cloth. they went in to the kitchen and she opened it with a gasp.

A colored thing was such a surprise in their small town. After ages their world lost everything bright and happy. All was gray.

Those that have something colored or are colored are special, gifted, or have a bright future. It was a gift.

His mother began to cook the large exotic bird. he sat and watched her as his father entered. He smiled at the boy upon seeing the bird. The boy smiled back with a toothy grin, obviously proud of his work. They ate well that night.

He went to bed as his parents lay awake. Their quiet whispers echoed through the room as he lay cuddled in the blanket snoring sweetly and gently.