(Author's Note: Just something I came up with when I was doing the dishes. There was this steak knife that I couldn't quite find a place in the untensil drawer. So, I stared at it, and stared, and stared, and stared...Well, you get the idea. Random inspiration, I know. But, have I ever been anything but random? Exactly. Oh, I think this authors note is longer that the drabble itself. Ooops. Reviews and feedback are love!)
Sometimes, Sue Clearwater would walk into the kitchen and find her daughter looking at knives.
Not looking, really. But, staring.
So hard that she could almost imagine lasers shooting from Leah's eyes and burning a hole in the metal.
She'd always stood by the doorway when she saw Leah like this; to see if she would pick them up.
But, as soon as she sensed her mother's presence she would snap out of it.
Sometimes, Sue Clearwater saw her daughter staring at knives.
She'd never want to know what Leah thought about doing with them.