Fiction: Setback

Mel had been dithering for an hour, which annoyed him. He had been so decisive when he was younger.

“God, how my kids will complain,” he told Rufus. “And it probably won’t be long before some helpful neighbor comes over or sends a grumbling kid to do it for me.”

He thought a moment longer. Then he snapped his fingers.

“But I’m going to do this whether anyone approves or not.”

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