And now . . . a Menacing Magpie (for some Friday fun.)

  

 

 




   
Fear

the mind shrieks
a blunt jab or sharper
stabbing sound
the drag of a knife
across a china plate
smooth edged, waiting
to slice what's there
familiar dread
the idea of how the cut
will feel, bleed
fear


--smh

A Friday Magpie Tale -- ready to give it a try?

Write your own! 

Then visit Magpie Tales to see 

where others' creativity has taken them.

*    *    *    *    *

When I first saw this photo prompt, I didn't think I'd be able to come up with a thing.  But then I recalled a conversation I had with my sister last week while we were playing cards.  I had suddenly remembered my grandfather's knife and when I asked, she of course remembered it as well.

I've always been a legendary 'fraidy cat --

 

At night we would play cards or dominoes and Grandpa would often bring his knife to the table to cut himself a piece of fruit.  It was a small paring knife, black handled and cruelly sharp.  Well used, he handled it like an old friend.  When he would rest it across his plate I  had a hard time keeping my eyes off the dark sliver and on my hand -- something about the worn shape of the blade demanded my attention.

Although I never for a moment feared my grandfather, 

his knife struck me as just the thing to do something nasty in a scary movie.

(But like I said in the beginning, I was
an easily frightened little thing with a BIG imagination.)

Here's wishing you a 

FULL O' FUN, 

FROLICKY, 

FREE, and 

FESTIVE  

FRIDAY.

(that has nothing whatsoever to do with fear)