Choices
Fay couldn’t stop the terrible thoughts trampling through her head. She battled for calm. Think! Think! she shouted to her tormented mind. This was a matter of life or death. Well, almost. At the very least, it would change her life forever.
She looked at her hands, at the objects held in them. The left hand or the right? The left would hoist her high, high into the realms of heaven. The right would dig her deep into the putrid pits of hell.
Slowly, she replaced the object in her left hand. A tear prodded at her eye and she pushed the beautiful images and thoughts away.
With shoulders slumped, she trudged to the till, the sludgy low-fat concoction in her right hand. It was never worth crossing Miss Slimbridge, especially not on weigh-in night.
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Haha, that was a good one!
Thanks, Kim 😊
Very good!!
Thanks, Darlene 😊
Oo I was on tenterhooks
Brava! Plus the ‘reveal’ made me grin!
Thank you 😊