By Hayley Diep
The idea manifested as a weed taking root in his mind—sprouting, festering. It plagued his every thought, invaded his very being. Just two more white capsules to terminate this misery for good. Two more and he’d slip into oblivion. His fingers twitched as his hand hovered over the pills lying on the counter.
No. Yes. He watched his fingers gingerly grasp one.
“Daddy?” His little girl stood silhouetted in the doorway.
She skipped over to him and slipped her hand into his. He looked into the sweet, innocent face. His chest contracted. Not today, he decided. She tugged him away.
Started with gloom and doom–but ended on an uplifting note. Good job.
Thank you! 😀
Great choice of verbs. Especially tugged away.
I enjoyed this story Hayley, so sad and yet we see hope. Well, done