The young boys were still sat on the bench as I jogged around the fountain pond for the third time. I slowed down once more, noticing the lack of an adult with them. In the early morning, there seemed to be only us here.
‘Where’s your mummy?’ I asked them.
They looked up at me shocked. They couldn’t have been older then three and six. The older brother hugged the younger one tightly and shook his head.
‘Your daddy then? Who are you here with?’ I pressed.
The older one shook his head again, the younger boy started crying.
‘Do you know where you live?’ I asked.
Another shake of the head.
I sighed and tossed about what to do. I could jog on and leave them here, get on with my life as if I had never seen them. Or I could do what was right, phone the police and tell them that the boys had been abandoned.
(Inspired by; https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2018/06/11/fffaw-challenge-169th/ with thanks).