Muse Magic

I came to the stop sign at the intersection. Turning right would take me home. A place I left two days ago, not sure if I wanted to go back.

We were never really on solid ground, even before we moved in together. It seemed like every time we went somewhere together, the night would end in an argument. Not just some little disagreement where we would keep our voices low. But full-fledged shouting matches to see who could be the loudest.

Turning left was just as scary. Going to a new place with all the unfamiliarity.  

I contemplated my choices. Mentally making a list of reasons for and against. A loud honk snapped me out of my thoughts. Without thinking I turned left.