A Flickering Grin

The chill in the air suddenly stung with sharp clarity. I loosened my wrist, and to my quiet amusement, each metal blade flexed in a rhythmic clatter beneath my control. Leaning forward past my silent companions, I grazed the warm rim of the carved pumpkin resting between us. The hollow rind gave off a comforting glow as faint sparks danced off its jagged edge, leaving a fine sliver scraped into the rind.