You Can Run But...
The boy's brows lowered as he stood, hands akimbo, saying, "My mom says grownups don't lie. And you're lying, mister?"
Derinem looked down in shock. "And who said I was lying?!"
"You said that wasn't a gun," he said, moving closer.
Derinem pulled back, puzzlement on his face. "Okay, it's a gun, but it's dangerous, not for kids."
"I know it kills people."
Derinem glared at him, "You shouldn't know it kills people. Besides, what's your name, and how old are you?"
"I'm Milo, and I'm four, almost five."