Official Report
British Intelligence
Code: 3986
Kathleen Winfred
I had always known that transfers between prisons happened occasionally. After all, we had, at one point, had to share cells to make room for new prisoners after just such a transfer. We had seen prisoners leave, and prisoners come.
I suppose, though, that I had never seen myself as subject to transfer. I never thought that, when all the prisoners were gathered for the morning in the hotel courtyard, roll call was taken, and Von Steubon stepped forward, the list he held contained my name. It had never crossed my mind that when he read out the names of the prisoners to be transferred, by train, in two days time, he would say my name.
"Kathleen Winfred."
He did say it; he said my name.
For the first time, I thought about moving to another prison. I thought about leaving Pirot, Albert, Schubert, Jessica, Virginia, and even Von Steubon. I thought about being in a prison that cared nothing for treating the prisoners in any form of humane manner.
And I shuddered, even though the air was warm with the hints of spring.
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Winfred
Historical FictionThe Women's Guard, The Soldier, The Nazi, The Spy. The Spy turned Prisoner. As they say, dead men (or women, as the case may be) tell no tales. But Kathleen Winfred isn't dead; she managed to escape. Now, the story of her capture by Nazis in occup...
