Coin Toss
by:Virginia Allen Finnegan fished through the coins in his pocket to find the largest one, a shiny red quarter with the year 1996 stamped on it. He grasped it out to the man before him. “Heads, I murder you,” he started his deal. “Tails, I give you the gamble to flee before I kill you.” The man quivered. “You know, it doesn’t have to be this way.” “Be quiet!” Finnegan swung the butt of the gun against the man’s right temple, knocking him out. He set the gun on the table behind him and returned his attention to the coin. He tossed it midair and let it fall back to the floor. He bent down to get a closer look at George Washington’s profile staring back up back at him. Finnegan grinned, satisfied. He handpicked the gun again and held it to the man’s head, his finger resting on the trigger, ready to release. “It’s all over,” he said bluntly. “Don’t prepare for that.” The voice belonged to a female who was lying in a grave because of the man in the seat. Finnegan turned, taking in t...