A Butcher Knife and a Window
How my grandfather left this world
It should have been a regular Tuesday. By 5 pm, the darkness of winter collected the sky. Driving on my street I noticed something blur into view then suddenly dart across the windshield.
Shuffling through my console, I found my glasses, putting them on for a clearer perspective. This time, it didn’t dart but extend, slicing the glow of streetlights…