Backup Copy by E. J. Ruek
The blade glistened in the light, its feathered edge honed to deadly. “Why did you say you needed this?” Sarah asked Stacy.
“Because,” her fifteen-year-old answered.
“‘Because’ is not an answer. I need what comes after the ‘because’.”
Stacy dropped her head, long, brown tresses obscuring her face. Sarah heard an unintelligible mumble. “What did you say?”
The girl looked up, blue eyes defiant. “Because I want it.”
“To kill people with, what do you think!?”
Sarah smiled and shook her head, then slid the foot long blade back into its sheath. “Then you can’t have it,” she said, and walked out the bedroom door without giving it back.
The blade glistened in the light, its feathered edge gleaming with tiny droplets of red where it penetrated through her stomach. From behind and far away she heard her daughter’s voice–“That’s okay, Mom. I’ve got a backup copy.”
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