A Family Ultimatum #WeekendWritingPrompt

Isabelle eyed the two black boxes on the kitchen table.

‘Do I have to?’

‘Yes,’ said her mother, spine poker straight in her chair. ‘Pick a box or choose the door, the choice is yours.’

The memory of her brother’s body inches from the front door rose in Isabelle’s memory.

‘Left,’ she whispered and closed her eyes while her mother opened it.

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