‘You absolutely sure you know the way from here?’
I nodded towards our guide. ‘I just saw someone, on the other side,’ I said. ‘In the distance.’
‘I never says getting out would be easy. But if outs what you want, this is it. Take it or leave it.’
I turned to see my wife and son sheltering against the biting, autumn wind. We had nothing, but here, at least, we had each other. Over the bullet-riddled bridge lay dangers, but with luck, perhaps a chance to give our son opportunities we never had.
Heavy, cold raindrops began to fall.
These words form my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge.