Plot twist
She could still feel the heat through the leathered hilt as she plunged it under the cold ascending water. The polished metal crackled like lighting and steam rolled from its surface ominously. Slowly she turned the hilt so water struck each of the rounded edges precisely. Black hunks of seared meat fell from the metal an gave one final sizzle before dying out. After a minute she turned and cut off the faucet... the hot pan was now rinsed and ready to be cleaned: )!











