backwards barrel

She felt the weighted pressure of the decision yet to come - like staring down the backwards barrel of an old BB gun. She could feel the crossroad coming, rearing its ugly head.

Which way to choose? Both paths forward were an equal mix of heart and head. No logic or gut-driven idea in this moment felt strong enough to sway her.

“Yet,” she reminded herself as her hand folded over her heart. And she sent a silent prayer to her future self, hoping she’d be strong enough then to know.