John knew he’d gone too far this time – and there was no going back.
He had been over this scenario in his mind a thousand times and the outcome had been different on each occasion. Not only did the result vary, his reaction to it did, too. He had seen the highest highs and the lowest lows, peaks of elation and depths of despair.
Countless times, he had asked himself what he would do; how he would handle it if he found himself forced to make a decision, an irreversible, irrevocable commitment which allowed no ‘get-out clause’, no second chance, no escape route.
And now, here he was. The time he had been planning for, hoping for, working for, and yet dreading, had arrived.
John raised his head from the screen he’d been staring at for what felt like hours but was, in fact, only seconds. His heart in his mouth, his stomach tying itself in indescribable knots, he forced himself to look his inquisitor in the eye as he uttered the words that would make or break him; lift him to glory beyond his dreams or reduce him to misery that went further and deeper than his worst nightmares:
“C – Sodium metabisulphite. Final answer.”
This week's challenge at esthernewtonblog.wordpress.com asked for a story starting with the words, "John knew he'd gone too far this time – and there was no going back."