Russian Roulette | 100-Words Daily

#006

Six rounds. Four empty chambers. Three spins. Two bullets. One body slumped over a chair. Self-inflicted gun shot wound to the temple. This was more than a game of Russian Roulette but one of determination. 

One bullet left. A bag of money on the table. No one knew the amount but this was never about the money. No one was here to win cash. They were here to outwit death and earn respect.

Whatever the amount, only one would be victorious and hopefully very rich. A bead of sweat fell from her brow. Gun in hand. Spin. Squeeze the trigger…