Tools

Like old friends in a strange way.

I have a wooden drawer at home where retired knives live. Those with lost tips, and edges worn down through years of sharpening, rendering the blades unusable now. Mishapen through years and years of pushing and pulling over different grits, the occasional drop, resulting in a hastily moved foot, ensuring a loud clatter on the floor, my eyes rolling as I realise that the tip is now likely lost or bent to an angle of ninety degrees. I keep most of them.