Choices

He turned left at the end of his road and walked into town.

There was scaffolding around the first house he passed. Just as he crossed over the road a brick fell where he’d been standing and he thought that today was his lucky day.

He headed for the supermarket and bought his milk and eggs.

All that was left to do was to deposit a cheque in his bank account. He walked into the bank and saw that the teller looked very nervous, almost frightened. The door slammed shut and he turned around. Two men wearing balaclavas and holding shotguns were heading towards the counter.

He was smacked across the face with the butt of one of the guns and fell to the floor, unconscious.

He came to a short while afterwards. The two men were bundling piles of notes into bags behind the counter.

He stood up.

“Get down!” one of the men shouted and waved their gun for effect.

Before he had a chance to react a shot rang out and he felt pain emanating from his forehead.

It went dark fairly quickly.

He turned right at the end of his road and headed for the park.

A boy on a bike rounded the corner by some bushes and narrowly missed him. He thought that today was his lucky day.

He put his earbuds in and cranked up the volume on the classic rock anthology he was listening to. He loved loud music on his walks.

He walked around the lake and looked at the ducks for a while.

Because of his music, he couldn’t hear the shouts.

A runaway truck slammed into him and drove over his back and head.

It went dark fairly quickly.