"Where are they?"
They meaning us, the Jewish people that were scattered throughout Germany, huddled in cramped spaces, hiding from these men, the soldiers.
The sound of the men yelling makes my blood run cold, and I lay there helpless, paralyzed with fear.
The soldiers were out to get us, me.
I could here them, rudely pounding the butt's of the guns against the walls, trying to determine if there was any other life in this house.
Then the door opens and light pours in.
and my heart stops at the sight of them. The soldiers had found us.
This is very good Brittany! :)
ReplyDeleteNice job, Britt.
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