I love the variety of challenges!
Pondering over so many questions, he climbed the basement stairs.
There was a letter on the mat.
He opened it.
The clinic said he was a match.
Realisation struck him,
He had been here before.
The date on the letter was current, but he knew he had read it previously.
And declined to follow it through.
More information channeled into his mind.
A one night stand from years ago had contacted him, saying he had a son.
A son. Needing a bone marrow transplant.
He’d agreed to be tested, firmly believing he was not the child’s father.
He flopped into a chair.
Fate had given him a second chance, but would he take it?
Could he take it?
He reached for the phone.