That’s what he would do. Gerald heaved a sigh of relief.
The decision had been driving him crazy. He hadn’t been able to sleep for almost a fortnight. There were so many factors to consider. So many things that could go wrong. But now all that was over. He’d made the decision, and all would be well. It was a great weight off his mind.
He turned over in bed: now for a good night’s sleep. He closed his eyes, ready to drift into oblivion. It was several minutes before he heard the niggling voice.
What if he was wrong?
Another challenge from T.Mastgrave: Doubt.
2 thoughts on “Drifting Off”
INDEED! What if he WAS wrong/ How much would it cost him? Hmm. Interesting. Well, that’s my take anyway. Good post.
And what would people say?