Sketchy Characters IV – Torn by War

“War is at the doorstep. What do you expect me to do?” her handwriting was expressive, flowing, beautiful. I didn’t know what to expect when I found her gone in the morning. The note left me to decide what I must do next. Her son’s father was from a border town. I had been able to track their flights, he had taken young Piotr there. Of course she had to go find the little rock before the war spread. That’s what families do. What’s my duty as friend, only possibly more even given last night together? What’s my duty as a human. I didn’t and don’t prefer moral questions staring me in the face when I don’t prefer the answer that is also staring me in the face. When looking deep within, most of us anyhow, know what is right. And know what is a failing, then ask for forgiveness…