“Brianna, you should turn right if you want what’s best for you!”
“If you want to meet the man of your dreams, Bri, you’d better turn left!”
“If you’d rather be the richest woman in the world, turn right!”
I stare at them, my two future selves from alternate universes. The happily married one does not look so different from current me. The rich version of me sports clothes and accessories that have me drooling.
“So I’m to choose between love and wealth?”
I could ask them how and why they’ve come here. Instead, I turn around to go home
Author’s Note: Wouldn’t it be irritating to know what choices lead to which outcomes?