Mostly About Bananas

And a little about being scared

After a while of watching Little Sir Menace scribble onto the ruddy napkin, Illo squished himself as close to the invisible barrier as he possibly could.

“Hey. Chaos in boots. Hey.” He called, but received neither a reply, nor a reaction. Little Sir Menace simply did not look up. Ignored him, even.

Illo squinted his eyes, trying to see what the little one…