All it took was for me to brush past him, his T-shirt rudely commanding. “Just do it.” it ordered me. I felt personally attacked. How did he, let alone his clothing, know what was crowding my mind. And how dare it be so frank to a total stranger. I continued through the hustle, the bustle. Anger. Which dissolved. Into determination. I turned back and marched straight up to the audacity that had attacked me.
“I will do it!” I announced, more to the T-shirt than the wearer. And then I walked away, leaving bemusement, and my self doubt, behind me.
Story written using the above photo prompt for the Friday Fictioneers challenge by Rochelle.
I don’t know how but I wrote this raw, and it happened to be exactly 100 words!