Living on a knife's edge
When you hand someone a knife, which end do you hold?
What end do you control?
What if you live on the knife's edge?
What then? Go figure 8's. Figure skating on thin ice. Blades sharp and shiny.
Everything was shiny at Jim's house. Like a mudguard. Shiny on the surface. s**t underneath.
Shiny bright kids reflecting what they saw with alarming accuracy; developing the same survival skills.
Look at how he speaks to me! John yelled at Lyn pointing fingers in multiple directions at cross roads. An Indian god. No fingers pointing back at himself.
Jim stares back. Sullenly. Vacantly.
There you go with that dead eyed d**k look again.
A soiled, musty mop is thrust in Jim's face. Lyn has sided with John this time. After all when the kids move out they
