The Knife

Slowly she looked down at her bloody hand, the blade of the knife still dripping. Dark red droplets slowly forming a pool on the floor at her feet. Beside her lay the still, lifeless body of a young man, dark, wet circles forming on his white shirt, still dressed in his wedding suit. Splatters of his blood making patterns on her white lacy dress. Across the room the TV was still playing, bright images reaching out to her through the silent gloom. A tray containing champagne and glasses still on the table. How did her wedding day end like this?