She reached into the drawer for her coin and revolver.
That’s when I knew someone’s time had come, alongside mine. She picked me up afterward, kissed me, and whispered, “Someone’s unlucky today,” with a disturbing grin that stretched from ear to ear.
During the ride, I hoped we were headed to the shooting range or a hunting trip, where I might end up like the lucky ones. Instead, we drove to a stranger’s house.
She spent most of the day with him—cooking, watching TV, even making love—reveling in it, keeping me close all the while. The peacefulness almost made me believe she might have changed her mind.
What a fool I was.
As night fell, I found myself staring into the terrified eyes of the stranger, now kneeling and begging for his life. I dreaded the moment the gun would fire.
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“Please,” sobbed the stranger. “Why are you doing this?”
“No reason,” she said coldly, pulling a coin from her pocket. “Just want to see if luck’s on your side today.”
The coin flipped, spinning in the air before dropping to the floor. His fate was sealed in seconds.
“Oh, babe,” she said with that cruel smile, pulling the trigger. “Your luck is fuck all.”
A jerk shifted me aside, but there was only a click. The man collapsed to the floor, tears streaming down his face.
"Wrong chamber," she muttered, glaring at me as if it were my fault. She pointed the gun downward, then gave the stranger a long, hard look. I stared at the floor, clinging to the last sliver of hope that it was over.
But when she blew him a kiss, I knew better than to hope anymore. She cocked the revolver, and I moved into place as she aimed it at his head. He looked at me with pleading eyes.
I had no choice but to do the one thing when she pulled the trigger again.
The world exploded hot and red as the man's brain splattered against the floor. Now, I lie beside the coin on the ground, an empty shell stained with innocent blood.