Smiling in Death

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


What are you afraid of?

Submitted: August 17, 2018

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A bullet in one of six chambers. She spun the cylinder, then snapped it into place. He breathed heavily, pleading with firey eyes for mercy, sympathy, pity, whatever sorrowful emotion he could conjure in this woman. She felt none of them. She tugged one of the handcuffs around his wrists and ankles; he was fastened to the chair tighter than the buttons were fastened on his shirt. She'd covered his lips with ducttape, then kissed them, thankful for his whimpering to have been silenced. She held the revolver to his temple. 

He trembled first in his feet, then legs, then torso, his hands arching upwards at the wrists as if he could block the bullet. Perspiration dripped into the corners of his eyes and down the bridge of his nose until it tickled his nostrils. Her finger pulled tighter on the trigger and his wide eyes shut as he tilted his head as far from the barrel as he could. She pulled. 

A click echoed along the bare walls. He exhaled sharply through his nose, blinking away tears as she placed the gun to her own temple. Another empty click. 

"Why be afraid of death?" She taunted, the barrel cold against his skin once more. "It's such a beautiful thing." 

Another hollow click. She shrugged. He exhaled large again, shoulders slumped, tears cutting lonely trails down his cheeks. 

"I fear my luck has run out." She smiled, a genuine happiness etched into her expression as the bullet raipped through her skull. Her body thugged against the wooden floor and blood splatter merged with his tears. Her smile remained. 

 


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