“What are you looking at”
“Your life chart”
“Is my life so complicated that you need a board to map my fate?”
“No. I made it simple enough for you to follow, but you decided to corrupt the design”
“Well, get on with it then. I do not have much time before the next meeting”
“I know. And that’s the problem. I cannot figure how you survived so long.”
“What does that even mean?”
“Ah! Found it. I set the threshold too low. This should work”
“Threshold for what.. “ , the man stopped saying as he saw multiple possibilities revolve around him like doors of various shape and colours.
God smiled at his creation. What would the man do without a decent imagination?
This is my 100(ish) word story for
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