I nervously tapped the desk with my pencil and my pulse quickened in anticipation. I sat in front of the phone, waiting for her to call. Waiting for anything besides this agony.
When the phone did eventually ring, I answered it without a moment of hesitation. And before waiting for her to say anything I asked. I needed to know.
"Did it work?"
Her young, sweet voice replied with; "Plan B is in motion, it was too late"
I hung up the phone quickly and prayed for the plan to work.
It had too.
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Historical Fiction1952, France. In a world where Germany is winning the war. The Nazi's defeated enemies now reside in labour camps. Every year, they gather boys of all ages, from all over France, to take part in a trial. It's simple. Just make it from point A to B w...
