This officer sets me down outside the bleak white building, behind several other jews. Soon, a block of men, women and older children are standing like statues in neat rows. Their hands are clearly trembling violently. Through the deathly silence, the pitter patter of bare feet slap on the cold stone. Guards shout and a shot is fired. People turn to look but end up getting a slap on the back of the head.
The old woman to my left looks at me through her peripheral vision, like she wants to say something. I try to shake my head without being noticed, but she doesn't understand. Turning, she opens her shriveled lips. "Sir, please, we haven't done anything to harm or offend you." This got her shoved to the ground, hitting her head in the process. A man kicks her over and I notice a small section of her short cloud hair starts turning red.
I choke back a sob, but tears still pool in my eyes. To my right, I see a boy poking his head out the window of their small room of the same apartment I'm in. I start thinking. A dangerous thing, I know. What would Mother do? She always knows how to make people feel better. A thought comes to mind and I drop to my knees. Setting my hand on the old woman's shoulder, I turn her to lie on her back. I start singing the lullaby Khon and I sang to Filip. A small smile phases over the woman's face as she reaches for my hand. "God bless you, young girl" Heavy boots lumber towards me and calloused hands lift me back up to standing, by now, I realize that others had been shot, stabbed, or brought to the ground.
I kick one of the men's crotch and get a painful bullet in exchange. They drop me and continue walking around the sons and daughters of our Lord Jesus Christ. I notice that the boy is gone from the window. All of a sudden, a back ring starts closing in on my vision, blocking out what light is left in the darkness. I think of what life would be like without me here. Probably not much different. Just before shadows consume me, I feel my forehead burn with heat were Kohn had kissed me.
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Warsaw (On Hold)
General Fiction"Eli Eli Lema Sabachtani!" I cry out, crystal tears washing the grime from my pale cheeks. My eyes ache and my throat is raw from crying and screaming. My head lulls to my bare shoulder as it gets harder to keep my eyes open. ~~~~~ This book is...
