Eventitude

turns his head, first to the left and then to the right. As he exhales he drops his cigarette on the ground, without bothering to extinguish it - the mud will do that job. Reaching into his pocket he fishes out his coin. For this man, every decision is easy.

- Heads I go North.

He nimbly flips the coin, catches it and with a flick of the wrist, places it on the back of his free hand. Tails.

- South. Fuck. They'll be expecting me.

Hesitating for a moment, he considers the outcome. Perhaps he should flip again? No. The coin has decided. He turns to his right and starts marching through the mud.