Looking again at my message, the sign-off stirred my hesitation. Pushing the thought away, I grabbed the revolver to check once more. Turning the cylinder like a roulette wheel, I could no longer track the one that held my conclusion. Pulling the hammer, taking a deep breath, I squeezed. Suspecting pain, that never came. Surprised, I brought the revolver down. Reaching toward my temple, my fingertips gently grazed the crushed metal of my bullet that came loose at my touch. Falling to the floor with a gentle clatter, the irony of my words crashing in; death holds the answers.
About the Creator
Ray
Everyone has a train of thought; all going on their own tracks. Meanwhile, my train has no tracks & no stations to pull into. Come enjoy the adventure! Where there are twists, turns & sudden drops while I make sense of what we call life.
Vale Perficientur
"My tears need a minute to find the edges of my face. If you'll please excuse me." The sarcasm stabbed into Juliana’s heart. Antonia glared at her from the pit of the Lyceum as her student fought to hold back tears that had nothing to do with the pain in her fingers. “You’re better than this, again.”
By Matthew Fromm4 days ago in Fiction
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