9:21 p.m. - 2003-02-09
It's cheesy but it works
She stood at the centre of her life. She was afraid. Before her laid a path that twisted and turned in every which direction. It crossed over high hills, and under dark bridges. It passed through murky waters and dense fogs. She felt the cold air and stinging rains that that hung overhead in thick, gloomy clouds. In the distance, the path dipped into a valley that was hidden by all the commotion along its way. The valley seemed an imposing question, and she wondered what answer it might hold.
She turned.
She faced another path, much friendlier in appearance. It marched straight out before her, a static line in a demure environment. There were no winds, no clouds, no sun and no moon. Light danced on the surface of the road, seemingly of its own accord, there being no source to its radiance. The light followed the road on its path towards the horizon, but darkness of a deep and foreboding black ran along either side. She felt safety in that light, but feared what demons lay in that darkness beside, waiting to attack.
She turned.
She looked back to the road recently traveled, the familiar and comfortable path that had brought her to this fork. She knew this road, every zig and zag, every bump and hole and the warmth of the sun that permeated every speck of dust that settled there. There would be no questions down that road, just apathy.
She turned one last time.
She stood at the fork, and contemplated the consequences of any action taken in this moment. Every second that passed seemed to hold her more firmly to the ground. She knew she must move, or forever be caught in this moment of indecision. The felt the weight of the world, Her world, on every muscle, tendon and bone in her body. She feared she would not have the strength in her feeble body to move.
Fear, safety, certainty.
She hesitated. Then she took a
