She was beautiful, but with a blightful soul. At first, I was reluctant to speak to her because I didn't want her thinking that I was judging her decrying appearance as a Jew. However, I did ask her "what is your name"? Unfortunately, that simple question remained simply unanswered. I never quite understood why she never told me what her actual name was, but rather telling me to refer her as Red. I felt pity for Red because would always glare at me with those striking sapphire eyes that were drowning in her tears as she gently tells me how she suffers with insomina by the dreams she would have of her little brother returning with a red rose that matches her hair color. She also wishes to see his adorable simper grin once again. After a few weeks have passed without the sight of her beautiful red hair. However, I did discover a chunky piece of red shiny hair and her clothes laying on the ground in front of the camp. This evidence indicated that Red was probably dead. At the end, I wanted to show some dignity left in a German boy like me by doing Red's little brother a favor ;by leaving a red rose in front of the camp in which Red had suffered in. Two decades have passed , and I returned to the haunting camp to sit down, and write a story about a dear friend that wanted me to refer her as Red.
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A Red Rose for Red
Short StoryA girl with red hair is suffering in a concentration camp, but she happens to befriend a German boy who is the opposite of her world. Two decades later the boy writes a story about the girl and leaves a red rose to show dignity and represent how b...
