Monday, 29 August 2016

Shifting Through Ideas



I let them all shout and carry on, while I desperately tried to think.

Everyone had their own idea on what to do, everyone was sure their plan could save us. I needed to pick, or come up with an idea, quickly if possible.

Those screaming for us to capitulate, or to attack, I dismissed out of hand. Those shouting for a deal with someone, anyone, there was no deal that could save us, so I tossed them.

The only voice left was the whisper in my ear for the two of us to just run away.

That one won.

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