jaylar
There are moments in your life when you actually see the paths divide.
This was such a moment.
The rain is pouring, the thunder is shouting, he can not leave my house. It is impossible for Cory to swim back the way he came. Impossible to cross the river. That ‘natural bridge’ some distance away, was muddy and dangerous, and could collapse, if he even was able to walk to it.
Cory was sitting close to me, speaking softly about the rain. I could go to my room and shut the door, and leave him out here alone.
He could stay out here, I could hide in there.
Or, I could let ‘nature take its course’.
