First Lines, 03/09/14
First lines of the novel I won't write today:
"It's me or YOU,' she said, holding two guns. With her right hand, she pressed the heavy barrel of one to her temple. In her left hand, her finger squeezed against the trigger of a .44 aimed at his chest.
The burst of epinephrine and dopamine that human physiology prescribes for moments like these somehow failed him. Instead, he began analyzing the human decision-making process. He remained perfectly calm, as if he were reading a scenario in a sociology textbook. She had always accused him of over-thinking.
'It's ME or you,' she repeated. On each trigger, her fingers tugged, steadily — with the tension of a tightrope. A sudden sneeze could kill them both. He was pretty sure he knew how this would end."
— Damien Willis
March 9, 2014