A fork in the road. An old man trudging along. Unable to decide, he turns back.
Two doors. Which one do you enter.
Purgatory is no place to dwell, yet many do.
A traveler arrives at an intersection. There is a sign. It says stop. Taking it literally, his journey ends forever.
Your favourite dish is removed from the menu. Starvation now seems a real possibility.
Is the end really the end, or the beginning of a new journey. You choose.
It doesn’t matter what you do. Just make a [insert expletive] decision!
Stop sitting on the fence.
100 words, written for Friday Fictioneers, week of May 23.