Word Count: 1702
Questions! So many questions! What's an UNCLE agent supposed to do? My thanks to akane42me for her introducing to this word and to sparky955 for her beta.
Illya stumbled back a step, his eyes round and wet. He turned and ran off into the woods. He was only four, but he knew his way around the woods almost as well as he did the back of his hand. He ran until he was gasping for breath and he dropped to his knees, tears burning down his cheeks. He threw himself onto the ground and wailed.
He cried until he felt a gentle hand on his back. He looked up and his grandmother was there. Her sack bulged and her eyes were happy. She had had a good day at the market and that meant a full table tonight.
“Illya Nickovetch, child, what are you doing out here so far from home?”
He knuckled one of his eyes. “Mama yelled at me and told me to get that mean old Kapitolina. She called me stupid and a pochemuchka. I don’t know what that is, but I bet it’s bad and I’m not bad.”
“No, Illusha, you are not a bad boy, but you are a pochemuchka.”
“How can I be something when I don’t even know what it means?”