Buckshot Roulette
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Last published Tue, Apr 9, 2024
I picked up the shotgun, and if I'm correct, The next shell is likely a blank. I shakily aimed the shotgun directly below my chin. I closed my eyes and teared up as I slowly squeezed the trigger.
A click went off then I gasped in relief. I Immediately turned the shotgun away from me before slamming it to the table as I held my neck and started breathing fast and heavy.
It took a while for me to gather my composure, and when I did, the Dealer asked, "Afraid? How unfortunate."
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