I couldn’t help but write another story for this week’s ‘Friday Fictioneers‘ picture prompt. I kept being drawn to the young lad in the background.
Why’s that guard talking to my mum? I wonder if he knows? It’s my fault I shouldn’t have left her on her own. I was so eager to get off and see if I could catch a glimpse the sea. I thought she’d be OK on her own, just a few minutes.
What am I going to do? If I go back on they’ll know we’re together. She’s always said if anyone finds out they’ll take me away from her. I don’t want that.
I wish now, I’d taken that bottle off her before we got on the train.