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 100 word challenge: “Frightened“)

About Fran Hart

Disciple of Christ, earning a living as the director of US-based operations for a Taiwanese company, managing an engineering organization while carving out time to write. Wife, Mother, Grandmother.
This entry was posted in 100 words, Fiction, Writing. Bookmark the permalink.

6 Responses to Final round

  1. barbara says:


    Well said – frightening indeed/

  2. evenstarwen says:

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

  3. rhymereasonandreality says:

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

  4. June B. Anderson says:

    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.

  5. Bo says:

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

  6. Velvet Verbosity says:

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