Trigger

His finger brushed the trigger, almost a caress.

The barrel tapped against his leg. 

There was fear.

But the urge. It was so powerful.

It was all there. It would be so easy to do it. 

But the fear. It held him back… For a moment.  

He pressed the cold, cold barrel against skin. 

His temple was right there, an obstacle in the way of instant death. 

At this range, it would be no obstacle, there would be no mistakes.

He pulled the trigger. Heard the gunshot reverberate through the room. 

He looked down at the body. 

Lifeless now.