“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.
Oh no. Poor kids. Although maybe there was more to his brother than he knew. Or he refused to accept it. Unless HE was the spy after all.
Nicely done, where the reader is only hearing her point of view, but can also see how it looked from anther perspective — and it’s ambiguous which one is true.
Nice story. Scary how things can be misunderstood.
This is very well done. I hope it can all be cleared up.
Too close to home. I am the Cheese.
I guess it’s hard to know what’s true going from her limited view. I don’t think the brother was a spy or terrorist but sometimes people overreact. Then again, who knows? Great writing.
Brother clearly had another life!
The Ferry
Oh dear! In a moment our lives can be hijacked!
Most excellent. I love the way the story expertly takes shape in your hands!
Whoopsie?