Seven Seconds

4:38:09 PM

The last of his breath escaped through clenched teeth. He blinked as the hammer snapped into position.


He stood motionless, sweating, the gun still pressed to his head. He looked down. The clinched left fist opened, revealing six .38 caliber bullets.

His lips curled to one side. The same sly, crooked half smile. Slowly he raised his hand and began to laugh.


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