MAKING A CHOICE
Prompt - Making a Choice : Write about a time when you had to make a difficult choice
He hated these moments. The seconds that went by so slowly, and revealed his deepest character flaw to anyone with the wit and intuition to observe his behaviour. Assuming they were ever looking at him in the first place, for he had long ago accepted his insignificance to the rest of the world.
It had been hard enough, and time enough, to make the choice that had brought him to this point. Although he felt he'd made up his mind when he was outside, giving the list careful study, weighing up the options, the cost/benefit breakdowns, searching his own mind to really know what it, he, desired, all that work had gone to waste when he saw what the words on the blackboard. In a surprisingly neat curly script it said 'Specials', and there below were additions to the list that he hadn't been able to consider before entering, and it had been as if he'd walked straight in without any thought to looking, without having tried to determine his own path.
He wouldn't be rushed. But he also felt the pressure. The gaze from behind the counter, looking for sings he was ready, looking for their chance to come across and stand above him, asking the question he dreaded. But he'd got through it, passed that point where he had to commit, and then the wait while he went over whether or not the choice had been the correct one.
So now his order sat in front of him. A black Americano. And an egg and black pudding roll - his original choice before the board had befuddled him. He breathed deeply, looked at the red, looked at the brown, and felt the burden of decision paralyse his muscles. It had to be overcome, the egg would be getting cold. So do it. Now. One or the other. Ketchup or HP.
He went for brown.
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