The following story, is a part of a weekly train of writers, that with each photo prompt write their best stories from the inspiration of said photo. After a while off this train of the brilliant Friday Fictioneers, now lead by Rochelle, I’m now back. This is my contribution.
I stood there, all paralyzed. I didn’t know what to do. I no longer had anyone to discuss things with. The others were left behind, one after the other. Just a few days ago, we counted to ten. Now, it was just Vince and I.
And here I was, about to end it. I definitely should, before I myself fell into it. But could I muster up the courage to do it? The strength required for the task? I was in such doubt, Vince was the only one who could convince me to “Just do it”, as he’d put it.