THE DECISION

October 3, 2018

Sheathing his sword, Tarrington Keelmartin entered the breakfast nook.

“Oatmeal or dry cereal?” shouted the wealthy industrialist bustling in the kitchen. “Which is your preference today, Senator Keelmartin?”

Unsheathing his sword, Tarrington Keelmartin threw back his head and raged at eggshell white ceiling, “Which? Which? Oatmeal or dry! God save me! I cannot choose!”

Breaking down, he crumpled to the floor, weeping, sword dropped to clatter a moment, and then lie still.

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