“I don’t know,” he said, “I can’t decide.”
She huffed, as if exasperated.
“Well, you’ll be wearing it, which colour do you want?”
He touched the blue scarf, holding it up to the light, then swapped it for the green, then the red. His mind whirled. There were so many decisions needed every day. It had become overwhelming. His mind would shut down at the simplest choice.
“Flip a coin,” she suggested.
“I can’t do that.”
“Why ever not?”
“What if it makes the wrong choice?”
She laughed. “Better than no choice.”
“Let me think about it.”
“It’s only a scarf. Choose one for god’s sake.”
He stared at them, paralysed with indecision.