The knives hated Susan, grumbled quietly when she was around, complained loudly when she wasn’t.
And why wouldn’t they? She abused them horribly, tossed them into the dishwasher with the rest of the silverware, left them lying uncleaned on the countertop, scraped their edges along the top of the cutting board.
“You have to treat them delicately,” I tried to explain. “They’re precision instruments.”
“They’re freaking kitchen utensils, Clara, not Fabergé eggs!” she sneered.
The knives collectively cringed.
“That’s your story? The knives did it?” said the officer.
The knives looked askance, wouldn’t meet my eyes as I was led away.
This was a fantastic piece. In so few words, I could really feel the lack of care and respect towards her knives.
Well done!
wonderful! so unique. I must give my knives more respect… they are watching me now from the crumbly cutting board..
great twist ending
I can see a whole new soap opera emerging. Perhaps ‘Days of our knives’ or ‘Desperate houseknives’? 🙂
Hello Doug,
Your witticism made my day!!!
Carthryn
Hello Louis,
Spot on!! Well done.
Cathryn
Hah! Lovely!
Great story, Louis. Highly original – every one of the 101 words has a purpose. Enjoyed it.
Nice piece, Louis!
Clever . Loved it.
So much fun. So clever!
Brilliant. So sharp! X
Very nicely done!
You’ve got it all: characterization, suspense, drama, humour, and a plot twist, all in 101 words. Well done!