A flash of lightning and a clap of thunder woke Peter Herrmann from a restless sleep. He stood on his bed to look out the small, square, window high up on the gray wall of his cell, and saw only black. He would not have even known it was morning save for the morning muster bell ringing dully, the sound absorbed by the cement hallways. It was a perfect day.
Peter had begun work on his plan only days after arriving at the Nazi camp, when his thoughts were only of beautiful Rebecca Shnayder, the Jewish girl who had broken his heart before landing them both in these dank cells.
But it had really been his own fault, hadn't it?
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Gestapo
RomanceThe year is 1927, and all is not well in war-ravished Germany. Nine years after the end of the Great War, dark times still cloud the country - but who has the heart to tell that to Peter, a young boy of the suburbs? Growing up innocent, there is not...
