D. Decisions vs. the Defense


You invited me to meet you at a bar and I was too scared to go.

I was afraid I’d inevitably sleep with you and we’d either not be friends anymore or we’d wind up married.

I trusted that choice. Nothing was better than anything.

I don’t know. Decisions are weird like that.

This post is part of the flash fiction series, By the Letter.

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