Be Little
I held the absurdly large gun. It looked stupid in my hands. I pointed it at the counter.
“It’s heavy,” I said.
“Well, it’s a big gun.” He laughed at my simpleness.
“And it’s so hard and cold,” I said, toying with him.
“Sure is,” he said, standing taller and tugging at his dirty cap.
He looked at it and said, “That piece will take care of you.”
“We all need that these days,” I said, laying it gently onto the counter.
He picked it up and said, “Ooh
