I probably had half a second, give or take a few
microseconds, between the moment when he pulled the trigger to when the bullet
would make the trip between the chamber of the semi-automatic and the wall
directly behind my left eye socket.
In that half second, I surprised myself with how quickly I
could think.
I was able to realise he was pulling the trigger, then hope
that the gun would malfunction, a brief moment of terror, then acceptance that
I was now going to die.
However, the realisation the bullet just somehow stopped in midair
took much longer.
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