MicroHorror

“You’re sure?” he asked Julia, gun in hand. “I want you to be certain.”

“There seems no other way, Jack. Yes, it’s the right thing for both of us.”

“They’ll never let us live together. Never.”

“I know. Do it, Jack. Do it now.”

He kissed her tears, pressed the revolver to her head, and pulled the trigger. The woman crumpled to the floor with one shot. Blood bubbled from her temple, soaking the entire side of her face.

“My turn,” he whispered. Jack took the gun’s barrel full into his mouth.

Julia’s head still leaked blood onto the hardwood floor.

Jack hesitated, lowering the revolver.

“Well, maybe after lunch.”