The girl, her small fingers a tight fist but for index barrel and upthrust thumb, slowly and deliberately raised aim toward her target, the fleshy bridge of her glum pappy’s nose. Squinting, with one arm firmly supporting the other, she snapped the hammer thumb thrice and then glared defiantly up into Abe’s widening eyes before sternly glaring straight ahead.

Fat Daddy followed her gaze to the storefront on the near corner.

Falafally Yours

“Ok. But you are entropy too.”