With a Spoon

100 words about cutting somebody's heart out with a spoon
(c) Sonya, 2016

The humble spoon. It looks innocuous. Some might call it benign.

Some have no imagination.

I don’t have a lot of time for people who pride themselves on their knife skills. Cutting out your victim’s heart with a knife, where’s the artistry in that? Also, a knife takes away the element of surprise. You pull a knife, people scream and fight and beg for their lives before you’ve begun to have any fun.

I get my spoon out, people laugh. They think they’ve been pranked, look for the camera.

They stop laughing pretty sharpish.

Because it’s dull. It hurts more.

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Craving the Rose

dark red rose, dew,She rivals his prized roses in beauty – long legs, lush lips, claret-coloured curls. Like any rose worthy of the name, she comes with thorns.

If she listened to her father, she would be his. However, she has made it known – in terms so vile they threatened to defile her exquisite beauty – that she will not yield to her father’s – and his own – wishes.

Is she worth his effort to de-thorn her? The next candidate on the list – not beautiful but demure. A shrinking violet may bloom under the tutelage of a stylist, yet a rose will always grow vicious thorns.

But he who dares not grasp the thorn
Should never crave the rose.

Anne Brontë