I knew what I was doing wasn’t right.
I knew there was another way.
A better way.
But I didn’t care.
This was the fastest way.
And I had to get it done quickly.
I had to.
She didn’t have time.
So I couldn’t go the long way.
There wasn’t time.
She didn’t have time for me to do the right thing.
I had to take the quick route.
Even if that meant doing something wrong.
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Categories: flash fiction