“You left Dad to die.” The fire popped as Tanya stirred it with her dagger. “He trusted you.”
“I didn’t!” Billy dropped to his knees. “They captured me!”
Tanya studied his eyes. Billy had never lied before.
She waved the dagger then sheathed it. “That better be the truth.”
This is my entry for @jayna’s #fiftywords challenge, using the prompt pop. Huge thanks to the folks at @ink-ubator for helping me edit and polish this into a powerful microfiction story.