Thursday, February 24, 2011

Final round

“Don’t, Bobby. I’m frightened,” she said, but he ignored her. She whispered her fear, knowing even shouts and screams would be ignored. They’d played this game before.

He spun the cylinder with a glancing blow, hand flat against the revolver. One bullet and five holes quickly whirring, coming to a stop faster than any wheel of fortune should.

She heard the hammer click. She felt the barrel’s cool steel against her temple. She sensed the pressure of his finger squeezing the trigger. She met her end.

Bobby reloaded, this time filling every hole. Now it was his turn.

(Inspired by VelvetVerbosity.com 100 word challenge: "Frightened")

6 comments:

barbara said...

whoa!

Well said - frightening indeed/

evenstarwen said...

That whisper was more chilling and effective than if you had written about screams. Good one.

rhymereasonandreality said...

Oh my gosh...you actually had ME frightened!!! Good job!!

June B. Anderson said...

Makes me cringe. Odd thing happened here recently involving two guys, roommates, one of which attended church with us before he moved away as a child then moved back here a couple of years or so ago. Roommate dead...supposedly from Russian Roulette with a twist: holding the gun to each other's head. Maybe, maybe not. Still...I shudder. Well written but I cringe.

Bo said...

wow... Its hard to believe people would really do this. But they do...

Velvet Verbosity said...

You captured well his madness without him ever saying a word. Well done.