I breathe the choices in deep, hoping my soul will weigh in on the answer. It doesn’t.
Stay or leave?
The question chases itself in circles, leaving me dizzy and nauseous.
Then the sting of being wrong passes.
I stay. Like always.
Jimmie G.
I breathe the choices in deep, hoping my soul will weigh in on the answer. It doesn’t.
Stay or leave?
The question chases itself in circles, leaving me dizzy and nauseous.
Then the sting of being wrong passes.
I stay. Like always.
Jimmie G.
F' Everything, We're Doing Five Blades
They Who Drink Beer Will Think Beer
enjoying beer one day at a time
Words and photos from the road
Through it all, your spirit's alive
the lazy muse 
I didn’t know to laugh or commiserate. How well written.
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Ugh. He knows he made the wrong choice but still stays out of habit. I hear that. Nice work!
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I have been there and felt that. Great post!
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Oh, the sense of despondency in that last line. This is really great, Jimmie. I loved it. Thanks for linking it up.
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Thank you Christine.
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I know that sting all too well. Lovely.
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Love the title and the message. Good one!
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Thanks thewizardsword, and thanks for following. Any chance I can get a portrait of me done in fruit and veggies?
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I like how the title is integral to the story, not just an afterthought.
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Great point. I liked that too, after I reread it.
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Woo-hoo. Nice to see you in the comments again Marcy.
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Thanks Jenifer. Trying to make my titles work for a living.
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This is a really powerful tool in microfiction, I think. Make the title count, without using it to sneak in a few extra words. A good title can put a very deliberate spin on your story.
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I know the feeling all too well. Great post
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Thanks M.L.
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