|Choices (standard:Flash, 93 words)|
|Author: Cyrano||Added: Jun 07 2006||Views/Reads: 2132/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Two different worlds collide with tragic consequences|
Another winter night on an open road, I'm homeless, cold, and hungry. In the distance, a lamp paints yellow in the windows. I'm not like you; I have no moral obligation to live under your laws. It is not a matter of weakness or strength, only choice. I am a brute: do what you must. It was a winter night. Snow blanketed the pathway that quieted his arrival. When the glass shattered, I unhooked the safety catch and fired. The law gives me that right. This winter night he made a bad choice. Tweet
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