The old couple sat on the Metro, held hands and admired the small pocket knife with a tacky image of the Eiffel tower in it. They were wondering why a pocket knife was a popular souvenir in all the tourist shops around Paris if carrying any kind of blade in your luggage could cause you problems and what not with homeland security.
The blade was thin and sharp, something very rare for a chinese-made low quality knife.
The image of their first date came to their minds, the young couple sharing some wine under a tree after a bike ride, carving their initials into the tree, with an old fisherman's pocket knife, wooden handle and a thin, rusty but sharp blade; a very dull scene that could very well have come from a cheesy Hollywood movie. In fact they were unsure if this was actually a memory or just some image recreated by their twisted mind after many summers wacthing movies, but they really did not stop to think this throughly, after fifty years of marriage you take whatever blurry memory you have in your mind and cherish it like it was the last.
They looked at eachother with the same crazy and twisted glance they have used so many times in the past, it was as they were both having the same idea.
The metro was filling up but they did not seem to care. Stations passed one after the other.
A blood pact. She decicively took the knife and cut her finger in a clean strike, passed the knife and without hesitation he did the same. Their thumbs touched and their DNA was being mixed in a red spot that was getting bigger and bigger.
The same twisted glanced was shared between their eyes. They loved eachother.
Images of dark basements and meat carving came to mind, fuck they enjoyed that.
They both held the Eiffel Tower blade and stabbed the asian girl in front of them, for a couple of seconds she did not realized what had happened, until the searing pain in her belly started and she could do nothing but scream. Confussion ran across the Metro wagon, the old couple was already at the door. They have reached the next station and off they were, slowly walking up the stairs into the rainy night in Paris.
Was this the start of the new killing spree they were waiting for all these years?
- They are 5 euros - Said the store attendant with a thick french accent while pointing at the pocket knifes.
The couple shared a sad glance and walked away, they felt too tired to do anything fun anymore. And so they came back to Alabama, to sit on the porche, bake pays and grow cucumbers, mundane chores that brought them little to no joy.
