“I can walk on
my hands!”
Mr. Potato
Head* #quote
Today I wrote
what you are reading. It is comprised of words. I didn't have a
writers meeting today so that's unfortunate. Seizures have been down
which was nice. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
Through the
Eyes of the Murder Weapon
I'm the
simplest accomplice. I could have been anything. From a rock to a bat
to a gun, but here I'm a knife. Before I now I led a normal life. I
chopped vegetables and steak. Whatever crossed the kitchen counter.
That sort of thing. I would spend my days waiting in the drawer for
my turn to chop up some things, go in the dishwasher and start the
cycle all over.
But today I
wasn't pulled out to chop up simple food. She pulled me out for a
different task. She took me and walked over to her husband sitting
casually in the couch and jabbed me straight in his chest. I saw the
man's ribcage then organs as she made sure to make sure I went deep
enough to kill. I heard a scream for a moment but then it muffled by
what I thought must have been a couch pillow. I was soon pulled out
of the man's body and put into a bag. I felt myself thrown in a
dumpster somewhere after being carried away.
Was she too
vindictive or stupid to wash away the blood? I was discovered and I
think the murder was too. I was put into an evidence bag. After being
juggled over days in the hands of police officers and examined I
found myself at a trial. And from the sounds of it she found herself
in prison.
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