[Fiction] Friday Challenge #163 for July 9th, 2010
In her right hand a woman holds a loaded gun, in her left, a coin that just came up ‘tails’…NOW WRITE…
The sweat beaded in her palm, moistening her fingers and lubricating the trigger. She could feel her grip loosen, yet she resisted the urge to wipe it away, maintaining her control. She focused on her breathing, the sensation of oxygen consuming her lungs. It heightened her senses: touch aroused a deeper longing. The sound of her pulse echoed in her ears. Sweat mingled with lingering bouquets of wine on her palette.
Her excitement increased as she fondled the pistol in her hand; her breath becoming shallower and more rapid. With each sharp intake of breath her grip tightened on the trigger. A final breath drawn in and she squeezed the trigger. The recoil shuddered through her body, tantalising each fibre as the ripples swept out until they subsided. Cordite wreathed like a necklace in the aftermath.
The two naked bodies collapsed into each other, rapid breathing raising and lowering their chests against each other until there was stillness. Her hand lay the pistol on the table, where it beckoned her, reminded her, coaxed her.