Standing on deck of the rigger, my borrowed ushanka strategically concealing my face, I looked back at all that I knew. All that I loved.
My brother would care for family. They would be treated as his own… probably better than his own.
I may not have done what was right in the eyes-of-the-law, but I was doing what I had to do to protect those I love.
The morning’s headline of our dueling papers were clutched in my hands… Key Witness KIlled in Explosion. The other… Kingpin Walks Again…
I turned and headed to my cabin.
Written for Friday Fictioneers. Requirements: Create a 100 word flash story using the photo prompt.