A Loyal Sister


“Don’t break the bloody thing!”  He snatched the little helicopter from my hands. “You’ll damage the camera, holding it like that.”

“Da gave it to both of us, Jimmy,” I said, trying not to cry. “It’s as much mine as yours.”

“Alright, alright,” he answered. “Tell you what. You can have the first go. Remember, fly it low over the ship, but not too low.”

Looking back on that conversation now, I only remember what a good brother he was. There’s no way what the papers say is true. We went out there to fly our Christmas present. There wasn’t any purpose to it. Certainly nothing like what they accused him of afterward.

My brother was no spy. They didn’t need to do that do him.

I have no idea how the terrorists got a hold of that video.

 Sunday Photo Fiction