Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Let It Ride

by Robert Gryfft

He spins, clicks, smiles, all balls and bravado.
Luckily, neither have anything to do with this game.
I put the revolver to my head carefully.
I grin.
He’s gone once so far. I smile ghastly.
He starts to sweat. I’ve gone thrice. And now:
I hand him the revolver.

1 comment:

Jackson said...

This is possibly the strongest 55-word story I have read all year. Killer job, Gryfft.