One Hundred and Eleven

Walking down the street, a sweet knish in his hands, Tommy hums. He hums so steadily, with such force, that the molecules that make up the knish fall apart and then reconstruct themselves inside of Tommy’s stomach. Tommy hums in a different, easy-going manner because the knish feels warm in his belly. He begins his molecule-changing hum again and the knish, reconstituted, appears in his hand. His father tells Tommy to hush.