short stories, past perhaps

Swift and Grateful

He is swift, using an unnoticed knife, blade in black, never sharpened, handle in wood.

He has touched 40,787 lives. Among those, 223 were considered strange. He thanks God for letting him feel those angels.

One day, he broke this knife to a complete surprise.

Then he dreamed that afternoon: 'Did I kill you, my God?'

Grateful am I, my God.