Perceptive Alley

“He’s in there!” Mike pushed his younger brother into the darkness of the alley, stumbling forward with the momentum. “We’ve got no choice!” He spat the words against guilt and anger. Both boys were malnourished, but Joey had developed their father’s broad shoulders. ‘Bastard’ thought Mike, thinking of the old man swigging beer while they did his dirty work. They drew closer to a silent figure who had slumped near the pubs rear entrance. Mike felt chilled, panic gripped him. Knowing that life was about to change, he reached down and pulled a dark hood from his dead father’s face.