Choices

The lighter scratched slowly as he brought the flame up to his cigarette. The first inhale runs through his lungs dancing like merry children. The first exhale blows smoke spinning and contorting through the air. The man sat on the edge of the cliff looking down into the abyss of the night which consumed the sky and crawled along the ground moving closer and closer. Ash floating down spinning sluggishly into the abyss.

The man lets out a sigh breaking the silence of the night. He looks on at the city in the distance booming with light and life . He turns around looking into the forest and the path he walked along slowly for hours just to get here quickly turning back and looking into the black pit below. “Cough cough cough” the man takes another puff of his cigarette. His clothes were ragged with old holes open wide tinted with tar.

He knew what he came for. But did not know if he had the strength to do it. The cigarette burns out and he flicks it off the cliff and stands up. He braced himself standing right onto the edge.

He lets out a sigh rethinking his life “would she want me to do this” he turns around looking into the forest then he turns around looking off the cliff thoughts flooding his mind his whole life running through his head. He sees the light. Turns to the forest and walks away into the forest.