The moon hung low in the sky and the house was quiet as he washed the dishes she had left. She was always leaving him little jobs to do, mother.
The house’s silence seemed to amplify the noises outside the window which was open due to the unseasonably warm streak. He could hear the wind scuttling the leaves along the walk, and the neighbor’s dog harassing a skunk again.
He turned up the water until it began to scald.
But the knife lay across the table like a constant reminder.