Bent Highway: Chapter Twenty-One

Crescent

The knife reflected the dull lights of the hardware store, tiny yellow suns, a row of them across the blade. I stared at it, held high above the head of the weird looking guy with the crazy fro. A car horn went off, somewhere far down the street, and the blade came down fast. I took a step back, some sort of fight or flight thing taking over, but not quick enough. The edge slid through my store apron, sliced open my jeans and part of my thigh. The cut wasn’t very deep, it took a secon...