Out of cold blackness a hooded guy, kid maybe, waved a switchblade. “Gimme yer money, boy.”
“Got no money.” I dropped the newspaper bag and by dumb luck grappled the knife away. He got cut pretty good and ran off, howling.
I kept the knife and never saw him again.
Gary Clifton, forty years a cop has short fiction pieces published or pending on over twenty online sites.
GARY CLIFTON: Knife Try,
