Life or Death?
I don't think we ever really think about life until something bad happens. Why is that? Why do we assume everything will always be sun shine and blue skies? Maybe it's because we refuse to accept the fact that one day we will all day. Every life comes to an end.
I had a choice, but looking back I think I made the wrong one. I was walking through the woods one night hoping to maybe lay down a deer or hog when a boy stepped into the clearing I was watching. I stepped out with my gun raised half way as he eyed me suspiciously. His rotated to the side like I was tilted. Then he did it again but to the opposite side. He raised his head and smiled. Then he turned away walked away as if I was suppose to follow him. Of course me being who I am, I did.
He just kept walking slowly his pace grew. Before I realized it, we were both running through the trees. I wasn't paying attention when he stopped and I plowed him over. He was back to his feet before I could say anything and running again. I was hoping this was going to lead somewhere but little did I know it would.
A small shack appeared, and he entered it. I couldn't believe that I was still following him. I entered the creepy little shack looking for him, and all I could see was a pair of creepy glowing blue eyes. "So let ask you something." He said. "Go ahead ask." "Life or death?'' "What do you mean?" "Life or death?" "Life."