Sunday Six: “a knife no bigger than my thumbnail”

Six sentences from something I’m working on:

Just last week he showed me a knife no bigger than my thumbnail, slim as a toothpick. For ridding a household of a changeling, he said. If I suspected either my boy or girl had been replaced by a changeling, I could place this knife under their tongues while they slept. The changeling would be dead by morning. If my children were truly my own, they might only be cut a little bit. I asked him to make me another, seeing as I had two children, but he said it would have to wait until he finished the knife for killing a Chinese kitchen god.

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