by Ioreth-(V)
October 7, 2018
Written for the 21st Anniversary of the Valar Guild, drabble (100
word) challenge.
Drink�
The water looked cool, inviting, as it tumbled
down the stones. He knew that within it flowed the difference
between life or death. Life if he just made his way there and
lowered himself to the edge. Death if he continued without stopping.
But then did he trust the clear liquid to be the
life-giving fluid he desperately needed? Did the tomes of a
long-dead pass tell him the truth? What choice did he have? But then
he had every choice he had ever made. All were a choice between life
and death.
He made his choice. He drank.