K Webster

“Take this,” Aunt Eve says, taking my hand and dropping something cold into it. “Switchblade.” “Where the fuck did you get a switchblade, woman?” Uncle Atticus hisses, horror in his tone. “Amazon,” she replies as if he’s stupid. “You should be banned from that place,” he grumbles. Then, to me, he sighs. “But yeah, stab him in the balls if he gets handsy.” I gasp at his words and Aunt Eve laughs. It’s rare, but she does it from time to time. A smile finally tugs at my lips too. “If I promise to stab him, will you guys leave him alone when he picks me up?”
― K Webster