Slice of Suspense, by Nicole Niswonger

He paces nervously around the kitchen, watching the clock–five minutes to two. He glances out the window; the coast is clear. Sweat beads on his forehead as he picks up a large knife. Testing the sharp edge with his thumb, he steps forward, heart pounding. He checks one last time over his shoulder and raises the knife. He slices, pausing to wipe the blade clean, and slices again, admiring his work with each cut. Finally, he is satisfied and transfers his work into the backyard. A smile spreads across his face. “Who’s ready for birthday cake?”