Lily-Arum (Australia) published:
“Could you please pass the gravy, dear?” Asked a mother through gritted teeth. Her lack of maternal traits was unsettling. A father from the far end of the table smiled tightly in her direction.
“Sure thing, sweet pea.” He responded mechanically. The room was silent but for the clang of metal cutlery on porcelain plates.
“Say, son,” the father began. “How has your knife-throwing practise been?”
A mouse-like boy startled at his mention. He paused, planning carefully ahead.
over 2 years ago