Knifed

She appeared unaware of his presence; he’d finally snuck up on her.

He stalked up behind her, pressing a sudden kiss to her bare shoulder.

No sign of surprise betrayed her; the knife continued rhythmically through the carrot before her.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to disturb a woman wielding a knife?”

“Hmph. What’s for dinner?”

Snick-snick-snick continued the blade along the maple board.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to ask a woman that question upon arrival?”

“Hmm. Fine. Must be that time of the month.”

As if the earth had suddenly shifted and risen up to meet his head, he found himself flat on his back. Snick-snick went the knives which pierced the floor on either side of his head, just missing his ears.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to say that to a woman?”

Sweat broke out on his lip as she peered into the mirror-finish of the butcher’s knife, checking the arch of her brow as she waited.

“I’m sorry, dear. Let me start over, please? Did you have a nice day? And can I help you with dinner?”

“That’s better. Please set the table.”

Shouldn’t have married a knife-thrower, he thought once again.
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Copyright © 2013 Femme Malheureuse 
Words: 200
Originally submitted to fan fic flash fic - Week 34
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