The Girl who Played with Knives
Winner of The Bibliophile Awards 2017 (Adventure)
I am Clove Cray. I am the girl who played with knives until she could never miss her target. Even so, I will be dead in a month. Tops.
I lean against the pillows cross legged, with Clove in my lap, and continue to run my fingers through her hair. This is something I do a lot, my fingers dancing through her hair making braids and other up dos. It keeps me calm, and let's me focus; gather my thoughts. I eventually let my hands drop, and Clove leans her head against my chest. I wrap my arms around her waist and touch my cheek to hers, wishing I never had to leave her. Clove Cray; the girl who played with knives until she could never miss her target. Clove Cray; the girl who worked her way into my heart until I realized I could never live without her.
It's strange. We all think time is infinite. And we all think we have enough of it. That is, until we don't. We don't realize how little time we have until it's already too late. And we don't realize the end is near until it's too close to make any difference. Time isn't infinite. There was a point where time began, and there is a point where it will end. This leaves just one question; how much time do we have left?
The odds were not in their favor.