Aim

The child stood up. The rain went on, and a curtain of steam had darkened the windowpanes; water from the crack in the ceiling dripped into the basin. Two drops, one after the other, on the surface of the water made a bubble the size of a walnut. A pair of small, slender hands took from the niche a stone and the slingshot, drew back the band, and took firm aim through the clouded panes at the dark cloud...