The cut-throat’s dilemma

As my cut throat slid slowly across his throat not cutting it but playing with the skin with just enough pressure to push his chin inside, I thought back at the many routes my life took so that I ended up at this point.

I remembered my childhood and the fun times I spent with my dad and mom in the beach and by the pool.

I remembered the sad times when my dog died whilst running across the street trying to catch the ball I had thrown.

I thought of my first love and the first kiss we had in the edge of the dark playground during middle school and the hard breakup which broke my heart in high school

I thought of the army and my first kill.

As I thought of all my life’s choices and memories I thought back again and again about my life choices which brought me here holding a cut throat under a guy’s chin.

Never understood why my life had moved this way. But as my thoughts ended so did the job o the cut throat and I stood back to admire my handiwork.

It was but for an instant, before he stood up complimented me on my sharp shave and gave me a generous tip. But my only dilemma was How the hell did I end up here?