Journal #4

Then Grace meditated on choice. Choice, the unknown monster with the gloved hands that made its home in the north. The one that resided in the trees like a hidden passage only known to the discoverers.Why does choice try to hide, for everone can always find his hiding place.He waits in the shadows with a view of everything. Crouches silently and deadly with his arrow strung in his bow. He waits for the alarm to sound.Waiting there before the day, the hour, the minute. She knew he was trying to lure someone down the wrong path at any moment. She was afraid and indecisive. Poor Trevor. He shouldn't have to face him alone. She sent his mom in to ask for a visitation, but Trevor rejected her proposal. Parents were okay for the unimportant decisions, but they didn't know a ounce about Trevor's dilemma. He'd be cool when he understood what he was facing. He was not going to make a mistake. That was his plan. But that was not what his parents told her, so she understood. If he did, the people were going to know, they started to watch him closely under a microscope. They who did not give a hoot watched shamelessly. They hid and watched. Waited, for the dirt to be trod on as he walked on.