Sharp Objects
by C.L. Sidell
“Mikey! What have I told you about running with sharp objects?”
“Sorry,” Mikey replied.
Jesse swiped the scissors from Mikey’s pudgy fist and turned. “And stop chasing your brother around the house.” Jesse rolled his eyes as he stepped towards the kitchen. “I don’t get paid enough for this gig,” he muttered. “These kids are gonna be the death—”
“WHOAAA-AHH!”
Jesse flailed as one of the toddler’s sippy cups rolled under his foot.
The scissors flew from his grasp.
Jesse toppled backward, wide-eyed gaze locked on the gleaming blades as they sliced the air and skewered him in the chest.
C.L. Sidell
A native Floridian, C.L. Sidell grew up playing with toads in the rain and indulging in speculative fiction. Her work has appeared in The Dread Machine, Factor Four Magazine, F&SF, Martian Magazine, Medusa Tales Magazine, and others.