Fork (0019)

He snatched up the knife up as he picked himself up off the ground and faced his tormentor.  They looked at each other as he tightened his grip on the handle.

In his mind, he stood at a fork in the road.  One road he knew meant turning the other cheek and walking away.  He knew it was the right thing, but also believed that things wouldn’t change for him.  The other, darker road pulled to him though.  The road he felt would change things forever.

He took the darker path and felt reborn as the life left the tormentor’s eyes