Options
Sweat broke out across his brow, trickling down his neck. His heart thundered in his plastron. He gulped, the weight of the decision making his knees buckle and ache, his shoulders tight.
With desperation, he tried to remember what he had been told. Frantically, he tried to recall the memory of the packaging, but his mind drew a blank.
He cursed, wiping his sweat stained hands on his trench coat, tugging at his too-tight collar. If only he could remember! It might well determine life or death. Panic wrapped around him like a snake, squeezing the life out of him, slippery, scaly, but impossible to shake loose.
Mikey stared at the rows and rows before him. He had to make the right choice. He just had to.
Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. Mikey squeezed his eyes shut, and chose. Without opening his eyes, he let out a squeak of fear and dashed off to the counter.
He hated buying for Leo.
He never knew which incense to choose!
AN: Sorry I am behind. Life has been...hectic. Rare I write honour, but this is written for someone dear to me, to make them smile again.