Crossroads

Bill stood at the crossroads knowing there were only two ways he could go. He could take out his gun and shoot up a side street, or he could pull out his knife and cut through the alley. Either way he knew he was on a one way street without a paddle, up ship creek without a leg to stand on. Suddenly he had a premonition that felt like an anticipation of a future event and he went to the right knowing it was wrong, but although he knew two wrongs didn’t make a right he told himself three rights would make a left.