Suddenly the weight of a knife felt heavy in his hand. A warm sticky flow of blood ran across his knuckles. He felt blinded like in a tunnel, completely disoriented by this wave of total darkness. Slowly the light came back and he saw the gruesome view in front of him. He felt his grip loosen on the handle of the knife and was startled when he heard the echo of the knife falling to the floor. What had he done? And even more puzzling was, who was this poor soul laying in a pool of blood at his feet?
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – handle