This post is a work of fiction inspired by the Everyday Inspirations writing course from WordPress. The one-word prompt was “choice.”
What to do? She looked at the clock. It was 9:24 p.m. on a rainy Saturday evening in April. Take a chance, accept his invitation, or pretend his e-mail didn’t exist and go back to life as usual.
She looked from the clock to the tiny, glowing screen of her cheap netbook. It was for personal use only, and up until today, it had been uncluttered.
Her brief glance at the clock hadn’t made his message disappear. The screen was so bad, it was hard to read, but if she worked at it, she could make out the letters. She already knew what it said anyway.
It’s Matt from work. I overheard you talking to your mom. I know you probably didn’t mean for me to hear you reminding her of your e-mail address, so if you don’t want me to use it, you don’t have to worry; I’m only going to send you one message.
That, Rita thought, was one very good reason not to talk to Mom in a room full of nosy strangers, AKA colleagues. Why was she even bothering with this? The answer was plain and simple, the choice wasn’t a choice, there was no way she should actually consider his offer. She kept scanning the screen, although the message was playing in her head more than it was scrolling in front of her eyes.
I watch you at work and I see how unhappy you are. I see the daily grind eating holes into the fabric of your self-worth. That probably wasn’t very poetic, but what I mean is I see how miserable the job makes you. I want out, too. The problem is, I can’t do it alone.
The next part of “The Choice” is coming tomorrow, so stay tuned!
Need a link to parts 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6? Here you go!