Chance walked out of the 3rd floor apartment, making his way down the swirling staircase to the ground floor and out into the street.
A cloudless sky and cool March breeze welcomed him as he strolled 3 blocks to the train station, headphones on, world tuned out.
Following the reverse route back home something had occurred to Chance as Get Busy Living or Get Busy Dying played.
“She’s a good girl. The other is bad. Two choices. Both have their lessons. Only one shows long-term potential yet I don’t wanna part with either.”
Shit. I’m in the middle of a teen drama.