The Knife

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

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The Knife

Zoe walked into the apartment, turned on the light and stopped dead. Her flatmate, Phil, was just sitting there, now blinking in the sudden light. He seemed to be staring at what looked like the largest of their kitchen knives that was resting on the table in front of him.

“Hi, Phil. You scared the life out of me, sitting there in the dark.” Recovering her composure, Zoe pulled off her jacket and tossed her keys down on the table beside the knife. She hadn’t meant for them to touch the blade, but they did and she heard Phil draw in a sharp breath.

“Careful,” he hissed.

“Well, I’m sorry, okay. It wasn’t deliberate. What are you doing with the knife there anyway?”

“It’s not just a normal knife,” Phil said softly.

“Oh, come on. I recognize it as coming from the set in the kitchen. If you’re not using it for anything,” Zoe stretched out her hand, “I’ll just put it away.”

“No!” Phil almost shouted. “You don’t understand. It’s not an inanimate object.”

Looking from the knife, to Phil, and back again, Zoe asked: “Are you feeling okay? I mean, someone hasn’t slipped something funny into your drink or something have they? Magic mushrooms, maybe?”

“Don’t joke about it,” Phil warned.

“Fine, I won’t say another word.” Instead of talking, Zoe approached the table, her hand stretched out towards the handle. Suddenly it no longer rested on the tabletop but whizzed past her head, missing her by about an inch, before lodging itself firmly into the wood of the door.

“What did you do that for?” Zoe almost screeched. “You could have killed me.”

“I didn’t touch it, Zo. I warned you.” Phil took up position beside her and they both looked at the end of the handle that had almost stopped vibrating.

Zoe took a deep breath in and exhaled slowly. “Come on, Phil. You really expect me to believe that one of our kitchen knives has suddenly decided to... what? Get a life?”

“Stop joking, Zo, it won’t like it.”

“Phil, listen to yourself. It’s just a bit of steel and wood. It does not have feelings that I can hurt.” Zoe stepped forward towards the door, stretched out her hand towards the wooden handle. Before she reached it, the knife dropped down to the ground.

“I told you,” Phil said. “It’s... I don’t know... possessed or something. Step away from it and maybe we can figure out a way to get it back in the kitchen drawer.”

Zoe found herself doing as she was told. After taking four steps away from the knife she found herself staring at it. “Have you tried just ignoring it?” she asked, only half joking.

“No, not yet. I hadn’t been back long before you came in. Just long enough for it to launch itself across the room and land on the table.” Phil shrugged and said: “I suppose it’s worth a go.”

As they both began to turn away, the knife began a slow rotation on the ground. It’s movement was smooth, like that of a wheel turning. Phil and Zoe turned back to it, their mouths hanging open.

“This is seriously weird,” Phil said.

Once it had caught their attention again, the knife became still.

Finally Zoe had had enough. “This whole thing is crazy, you know that? I don’t know about you, but I’ve got to go through that door in about five minutes or I’m going to be late for work.”

“Zoe, don’t,” Phil said.

“No, that’s enough. I am not going to be held hostage by a kitchen knife. Especially one that no one is holding.” She began to step towards the door, stooping down towards the knife.

“Please, Zoe... just...”

Phil’s voice was cut off, for the knife tilted, aimed, and plunged itself straight between his flatmate’s eyes. He cried out, stepped backwards, and tripped. By the time he had righted himself, the knife was back on the table, dripping blood on its surface. Averting his eyes from Zoe’s lifeless body, Phil slowly and carefully resumed sitting and staring at the blade. There was nothing else he could do but wait for its next move.

 


Submitted: January 27, 2021

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Mike S.

A scary thought indeed, Hull; excellent

Wed, January 27th, 2021 7:02pm

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Thanks so much for giving this a read, Mike.

Fri, January 29th, 2021 4:27am

Celtic-Scribe63

A nice little story of possession.
a sharp piece of writing and cutting in its execution,

Nice one HB!

Thu, January 28th, 2021 12:18pm

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Haha! Thanks so much for that, C-S!

Fri, January 29th, 2021 4:26am

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