For Paul

I was walking down a dark alley- the kind of place where people are up to no good. I was up to no good. A solitary street lamp cut a path through the shadows and from the gloom emerged a tow-headed angel of vengeance. He walked towards me, the light from the streetlamp glinting dangerously off the pizza cutter in his hand. I closed my eyes resigned to my fate. A breath..two...I could detect no movement, no disturbance in the air around me. Cautiously I opened my eyes to find a 10-year-old boy with an impish grin. "What do you want to watch on tv now Chris?".