Prompt: New Life | Word Count: 1000 | Genre: Suspense
Icy relief radiates through my body. I pull the pistol away from my temple. How did this happen? I’m playing Russian roulette against myself. I catch my opponent’s eye as I spin the revolver’s cylinder and slide the gun along the table to him.
He slams his hand on the pistol when it reaches him. I drain my aged scotch shot and refill my glass. I study him, the old me, riddled with cancer, lungs so congested with tumours they are suffocating him. I wonder about the tumour growing on the outside of his lung which threatens to grow so big it will knock his heart over and kill him given enough time. He raises the six-shooter to his temple.

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