Her curtains were substantial yet delicate. This was accomplished with very translucent fabric. While the individual threads were thick, the threads were surprisingly far apart, making the seemingly heavy curtains wispy and airy.
To accentuate and one might say magnify this effect, a set of hyper-thin, super light gently watercolored curtains, so thin one truly questioned if they existed at all, was placed like a veil over the other heavier curtains.
This was Albert’s existence, staring at his sister’s exquisite curtains, as he delicately cleaned his knives…sharpening the few that needed it…sheathing each one as he finished sharpening, cleaning, and treating the metal.
Albert was indeed so very skilled with his custom knives that he could hear them, restless in their sheaths, just by sitting in the darkness, hyper-quiet, on the back porch.
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Marc Isaac Potter
Author Bio: Marc Isaac Potter (they/them) is a differently-abled writer living in the SF Bay Area. Marc’s interests include blogging by email and Zen. They have been published in Fiery Scribe Review, FERAL: A Journal of Poetry and Art, Poetic Sun Poetry, and Provenance Journal. Find Marc on Twitter at @marcisaacpotter.