The Thief's Knife

328. Write from the point of view of the knife inside a thief's pocket.

Dark, Dark, Dark.
I can't see anything!
It's warm and a tight-fit.
Oh, shh!
Did you hear that?
Wait, listen.
Distant, shrill...
Ahhhhhhh...
Some thing's screaming!
The screaming is close now.
A hand wraps around my handle.
Suddenly light blinds me.
A flickering street lamp,
A cold, lonely sidewalk,
Harsh, stern buildings.
No one helps this person before me.
She screams again and again,
As the man reaches forth and snatches her purse,
All the while threatening with my blade.
Then, he turns and runs while she cries hysterically.
Darkness again, what more could I expect?
Dark, Dark, Dark.