"Heads or tails, make up your mind quickly or we choose for you."
Heads or tails. The lifelong question of uncertainty and pure luck. There really was no way to rig yourself to victory. That was unless you were the one flipping the coin and had some insane skills allowing you to measure the angles and chance of it landing on what you choose. All sciencey stuff I didn't understand and quite frankly didn't have the time for. There was a 50/50 chance I would be correct no matter what I picked. My father always told me to pick heads and most of the time it worked in my favour. Everyone always laughed at me for it and called it plain luck. I was about to prove them wrong once and for all.
"Heads."
He flipped the coin. It felt as if time stopped completely as I waited for it to land on the table. Higher and higher up until it began to fall. Closer and closer to the table until I heard the familiar tink of the metal hitting the wood. A gunshot could be heard in the background and the whistle of a bullet made its way to the back of my head.
It was tails.
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