He handed me the knife firmly, I could feel the difference between the warmth of his skin and the cool touch of the metal. I wasn’t sure if I was afraid or not but the situation was definitely intimidating.
He silently nodded and I walked forward, the knife clutched tightly in my right hand, ready to strike. I headed towards today’s task.
My weapon was sharp enough to do the job quickly but my hands were shaking in fear, If I made a mistake it would all be over.
Taking in a deep breath I took one last step to the counter and quickly began chopping the vegetables, this was my test for becoming a permanent chef at a five-star restaurant and I had to do my best.
Well there you go! Another surprise ending! I hope it was as good as the previous one. Sorry for not posting for so long.
This was based on a quote my father shared with me “If someone hands you a knife, it’s your decision whether you use it to chop vegetables or kill someone”