Synopsis:
A cold night. A rooftop. A .38 revolver. Two strangers who weren’t meant to meet. One’s looking for a way out. The other’s just trying to breathe. What happens between them is brief, uneven, and impossible to put back where it started.
Publication:
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Excerpt:
Jon stared down at the snow-dusted streets, the city lights below flickering like dying embers. What memories, he wondered, were supposed to surface in your final seconds? He waited. Nothing. No reel of lost love. No pang of regret. Just the faint blur of headlights crawling up and down 31st Street.
He breathed deep, shut his eyes.
The steel muzzle of his .38 pressed cold against his right temple. His finger tightened. The cylinder turned slowly. The hammer eased back—ready to fall.
