Bella dreamed she had morphed into a butterfly. She flitted among the daisies, sipping their nectar. With her butterfly friends, she drifted up to a branch high in the trees. They shared their day’s collection of nectar, getting slightly intoxicated, until…
Bam!
Hancho slammed the bedroom door. Bella jolted awake, half-expecting him to fling her across the room.
“Damn cats,” Hancho muttered.
“What cats?” Bella’s eyes stung. She needed at least three more hours of sleep.
“Outside. You didn’t hear the commotion?”
Bella shook her head.
Hancho groaned as he undressed. His once-appealing muscular body now reminded her of a medieval knight, except instead of armor, he wore freckled flesh.
“You got work tomorrow,” Hancho hissed. “In the bed now.”
Bella crawled under the covers, but she lay awake. As Hancho’s snores filled the room, she thought about that wool sweater, how it disguised her, but didn’t necessarily keep her safe.
She carried a can of mace, but it didn’t feel like enough. Guns were bulky, and illegal in New York.
Knives though. Or better yet, one simple pocket knife. Perfect. Bella grabbed her phone, searched the internet, and stumbled across this gorgeous one. She didn’t think twice. She made the purchase.
As she drifted back to sleep, she reminded herself that the knife was just in case. Hopefully, she’d never need to use it, other than to open packages, cut twigs (if she ever went camping, which she knew she eventually would), or slice a hunk of bread from a loaf.
There’s an affiliate link above. Should you purchase it, earnings will come my way. More importantly, may you use that knife in the most ethical way possible.
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