He turned and, instead of walking, he ran back down the path towards his car, needing to escape before his courage faltered again; this was his limit, any further and it would all be over. Suddenly, the realisation struck him: he had locked his keys in the car, a subconscious act to create another barrier between him and his old life, as painful as it was. Without hesitation, thoughts of his daughters and Esther flooding his mind, he smashed the back passenger window with a rock the size of a melon, reaching through to pop the front door lock. Moments later, the car was speeding up the dirt road, the chilly air whipping around him, penetrating his skin and nostrils, his senses alive with the choice of life he had just made.
The above is an Epilogue to 2019 Story-a-day - Day 10
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