Clarity
She thrashed again, sharp breaths coming ragged between her teeth. I felt her fish around for something in her pocket. She has a history of keeping things in her pockets that poke her endlessly while making out. She pressed a shiny object into my hand. I glanced at the small folding knife.
"A nuisance?" I asked.
She fought her eyes into focus. "A hint," she hissed.
I snapped the knife open and smiled.
