All the weeks of strident language, opinions dressed as certainties, all the raised voices and the pointing fingers; and here we were yet again, trying to sort it all out.
The chair tried to bring everyone to order.
“So we seem to be at a bit of an impasse.” She said, stating the obvious. “Has anyone any ideas?”
People remained frozen in their seats, waiting for someone, anyone to speak.
“Well.” Came a small voice.
“We could all just choose again.”