[“They held each other’s hands and wandered along the cliff on the edge of the abyss.” – Pascal Quignard]
He has a sudden urge to throw her off the cliff. The urge becomes overwhelming. But he stops just in time and she never notices what happened, what didn’t happen, what agonies of choice he endured.
“That was a fun walk,” she says. “Let’s do it again next week.”
Next week, he thinks, the same thing will happen. His indecision will be worth the price of not, finally, putting an end to indecision.
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