The Impossible ||| l.h

★彡Kapital 9

Sie/her
August 17,1943
Frankfurt, Germany

"Guten Morgen, Frau Schneider." I say as I enter the seamstress shop.

"Good Morning, Birgitta." She smiles, creating more wrinkles on her already wrinkled face.

"I finished the uniform for the officer last night." I say, setting my bag on the table, pulling the uniform out.

"Wunderbar! Birgitta, you are such a hard worker. Why do you tire yourself with such things? Y-"

" It's not trouble, really." I smile. Then sighing, " Besides, I have nothing else to consume my time other than sowing and to write Luke."

"Ah, my child, I'm sorry."

"I don't need pity!" I say a bit harsher than intended. Rubbing my hands across my face, I apologize. "That was uncalled for, I'm sorry."

Frau Schneider just nods.

I plop onto the stool and begin mending another uniform.

We work in silence for most of the morning, until we begin to talk of the war.

" I pray your Luke is doing well in the war." Frau Schneider says, sowing a collar on a shirt.

"As do I." I say silently, suddenly praying to dear God for his safety.

Suddenly there is a loud commotion outside. We run to the window to see what the fuss is about, but all we see is people running.

I run outside, telling Frau Schneider I would find out what it was all about.

As I attempt to ask someone what is wrong, no one would answer me. Flash back. The day war was proclaimed, Luke running to tell me. Something was terribly wrong.

I finally manage to get out of someone that there is a battle going on in Schweinfurt. It's recommended that we seek shelter since it is only a short distance away. If it's so close, why haven't the alarms sounded?

I run back to Frau Schneider and tell her the news.

"Frau Schneider, what do we do?" I ask frantically.

She stares off into the distance for awhile before quietly answering, "Nothing.".

" Nothing? But Frau Schneider, out enemies will g-"

"We have nothing they want."

"Frau Schneider, how do you know? You are not a general to know these things!" I yell.

" My late husband taught me much on his visits home from The Great War, Birgitta." She says narrowly.

I hold my tongue. I had already disrespected her with my previous words.

She sits in her chair and continues to mend. I bite my thumb nail, holding my stomach with my free hand.

After a minute of just standing there I just take my seat. I had no reason to be frightened! They were far away, I should trust Frau Schneider's judgment.

Grabbing the shirt I was making earlier, I continue my work.

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I walk up the stone steps of my home. Finally home. Everyone seemed to have taken cover: no raids happened yet, and I prayed there would be none.

I look in my small, metal box next to the door, doubtful to find anything in there.

To my surprise, I find two letters in there. One is a letter from Liz, whom traveled to Bremer to visit one of her sons. Then the other from Luke!