No Choice

by DeniseV

Another drabble. Flying Down to Rio. The judge has no clue how those threats of prison hit Mark McCormick sometimes. Yep, this might be off by a word or two. As my Beagle mix Fred says when I call him to come inside for the 33rd time. Whatever.

'Here we go again', Mark McCormick thought. San Rio or San Quentin. It was like an irritating skip on a record album. How many times, and how many different ways, would Judge Milton C. Hardcastle find to threaten him with going back to prison? Mark wondered if they would ever, ever get beyond this one circumstance in their lives. It was the defining moment, every time the judge made the threat. To Mark McCormick, the threat was a lot like some voodoo doll poking him in the gut.

"I guess I'll choose San Rio."

Like he really had a choice.