Flash Fiction: The Choice

 

Ok, I couldn’t resist doing another 100 word flash fiction piece.

Again, I’m not going to say anything about it so as not to ruin it.

So, here goes…

 

 

The Choice

His trembling hands shook the flimsy papers in front of his now blurry vision.

The sweat pricked his forehead, beading and then leeching into his eyes, causing a fierce stinging. He blinked away the salty liquid and struggled to regain focus.

The future was up to him, each paper containing a different path. He had to choose.

“I can’t do this,” he said pleadingly.

“You have to,” responded Max, who had himself endured this turmoil only days ago.

He weighed up the options.

And decided.

“Ok, Pizza. But no potato wedges this time, they’re too stodgy. Yeah?”