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February 14, 2008

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But the blade was so shiny ...

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The blade was so shiny... too shiny, actually. It gleamed in the light, as if it were possessed by an evil spirit.

But perhaps it wasn't all that evil after all. Maybe it just glistened, like the look in a lover's eye when you first catch her gaze across the room.

Like her gaze, it draws me closer, and now I can see my reflection in it. It's sharp like I am. It slices so easily, leaving a clean cut wherever it goes.

And now her heart is mine here in my hand. But the blade isn't so shiny anymore.

Posted by: Nick at February 14, 2008 11:30 AM · Permalink

One Last Request

It was one of those days. I was the scapegoat for everything that went wrong that day. Sometimes the boss doesn’t get that I wear loafers to save time and not because I don’t know how to tie my own shoelaces. Sometimes I worry that he’s right.

I was doing fine till lunch, when I reheated my steak. The light on the chromed knife fascinated me somehow. Reflective, yet distorted. Polished and hard in highlights.

Then the boss walked in. “Hey, could you get me some coffee? And do it right this time–sugar, no cream.”

The blade wasn’t shiny anymore.

Posted by: Spike at February 14, 2008 2:14 PM · Permalink

Cake Cutter

I have always hated birthday parties.

It's my girlfriend's sweet sixteen and most of us are excited for her. I, on the other hand, can't wait for the party to be over. I stare blankly at the 12-inch kitchen knife that will be used to cut the cake. Mesmerized, the sun reflects brightly off the broad blade as the rest of them sit and reminisce about the past.

Before she could blow the candles out and make a wish, I accept the invitation to make the first cut. Once finished, plenty of cuts are made but the cake is untouched.

Posted by: MW at February 15, 2008 3:10 AM · Permalink

Gods, but you're a nihilistic bunch!

Posted by: Stacy at February 15, 2008 7:35 AM · Permalink