Dami D 8K
It's closing in.
“You’re too slow!”
I sprint ahead and find myself in the middle of a cross junction
Up ahead are 2 buttons. One blue, one red.
My life depends on which one I press. I jog towards the buttons. I study them both closely. Just to make sure.
I don’t see anything connecting either of the buttons to any sort of rigged device.
“I told you, you can’t escape me.”
“Shush, you.”
It moves closer. Slowly. It’s messing with me.
I notice my heavy breathing.
But how will I choose?
Well, I’ve always liked the colour red, so…
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