Accepting life - not making it a choiceWithout hesitation, Tammana jumped. Arms spread wide, as though she was going to fly, calmly awaiting the inevitable.
With a jerk, the thick rope attached to the elastic cords tied firmly around her ankles pulled her back up. She yo-yoed for a while. Then, finally hauled back up, the safety cords removed, she took a deep breath. So this is what it would feel like, the next day. The venue, the date and time had been fixed. But it would be different. There would be no cords then, no rope to haul her back, nobody around.
Reaching for her backpack on the bike, she pulled out her phone and called the counsellor whose number had been given to her by her caring, discerning friend. She would get through this phase. She had made her choice. She chose life.
Epilogue: Should life be a choice, a selection between two things? Respect life. Don't treat it like an option.
(This is an entry for the TOW topic-based contest on choice.)