Choices

 

It had been a really shitty few weeks.

Her husband had passed over three years ago, but she still missed him 24 hours a day and she suspected she always would.

Two of her dogs had come up missing. Her remaining dog was grieving- he hadn’t even chased a trailer as it left the yard, which was unheard of.

And her fish was dying. She was an old fish, but still.

As she finished chores, she saw it in the path.

It would be so easy to just…pull it.

But the sky was blue and birds were singing.

Maybe tomorrow.