Dimitrios waved the truck off as it turned the corner and disappeared from view.
A weight lifted from his shoulders as it departed. Since his great-grandfather delivered medical supplies and food during the war, smuggling had been in the family.
His father had built up the shipping company to establish a network bringing drugs into Europe in the seventies. Dimtirios had seen the potential to expand to human cargo. The Syrian and Libyan wars had been a boom time.
It was becoming too dangerous. Political pressure was mounting to stop the routes through the Greek islands. The money needed to bribe all the necessary individuals was extortionate.
He walked through the park, silent in the evening dusk. The white statue of Athena glowed. A wise choice to get out now, Dimitrios thought.
A shadow leapt out and flattened him. There were police lights and sirens and men shouting.
Should’ve got out sooner.
Written for ‘What Pegman Saw’, a weekly prompt based on a view from Google Maps. The idea is to write a piece of fiction of around 150 words based on the prompt. Full details can be found HERE. This week we’re in Athens in Greece.
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