Short story by Summer Sanders

When no words are necessary

Have you ever been in a position where you knew that at any moment you could very well die? I have. IT is a day that I will never forget no matter how hard I try. Contrary to popular belief, when you pick up a gun from a tray of six and hold it to your head knowing you have a one in six chance of survival , your life does not flash before your eyes.

Instead you take in everything around you as I did. I absorbed my surroundings like a sponge. The metallic scent of fresh blood that lingered in the air was strong enough to taste. The Pacific Blue paint that was peeling off the wall in great chunks, revealing the white beneath, had a curious, but all too real feeling of hopelessness. The old wooden floor that creaked with every footstep had a way of making ones toes curl. The cold iron against my left temple had a feeling that was not of death or danger, but rather of freedom.

I watched the man who sat across from me.HE had a huge crop of frizzy orange hair on his head with a few patches here and there of matching stubble sprinkling on his cheeks and chin. I cringed as he let off an evil smile of rotten, crooked teeth. He smelt of cheap whiskey and old cigar smoke. His clothes were dark with stains and weathered with age. His appearance was enough to make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

The only clean, yet most unsettling part of the entire room was the silver tray where the guns were placed. Six guns for six players and one bullet for one unfortunate soul.

As I sat at the dusty table in that rickety chair I realized that there were only two of us left. The rest of the contestants were either slouched back in their chairs like ragdolls or lying crumpled on the floor. I knew at that point that there was no turning back. I had made this decision and now I had to stick by it.

I could feel my heart beating hard in my chest.  My heart felt as if it was, at any moment, about to break through my ribcage and flop out onto the table. I felt no urge to say a word to the man across from me. I could tell by the way his hand was gripped onto the handle of the gun and the way his dirty fingernails had dug into his palm that he felt the same way.

At that moment it was enough for us just to sit there without words. For this was a game of life and death, making Russian Rullet the ultimate gambling game.046fbcc0-a0be-418f-b56d-a1b374523174-1

 

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