We hid in a convent under beds. The thing I remember most is the shivering cold fear forcing me to cry out. I remember feeling the ground vibrating before I heard the loud stomping of boots, step by approaching step. My arms, legs went numb. I can still see my mother’s eyes, wide, looking at father under the bed across us, and him cupping my brothers’ mouths. Feet appeared in the aisle. I remember scraping on the floor, Adam screaming and never a sound from father or David. And that was that. I never saw them again.
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I saw this picture in the afternoon. It is now late evening and up till an hour ago I was still sure I wasn’t going to participate this week! Nothing came to me. But then it finally did and I hope you like it.
Although fiction this may be, there are all too many true stories like this. Well done.
Thank you Rochelle. After posting this story, a dozen more came to me; it was too late of course but your photo proved to be a true inspiration.
Yes, very sad and all too true. Well done, it will linger in the mind.
Thank you, I’m glad the story touched you.
I agree with Rochelle… Your fiction was the reality for too many. Nicely written.
In fact it was almost easy to come up with a story like this one when you have grown up hearing all kinds of horrific experiences from people who had the mistfortune to live in those times. Thanks for reading.
Very true, very sad and in very few words. Nice job.
Thank you so much Perry.
This gave me goose bumps. Powerful story and like Rochelle said could be true for so many!
Yes, definitely. Thank you very much for reading.
Our lives turn on tiny jeweled bearings and we never know from one moment to the next which will be our last hug or kiss or word from a loved one. Very sad story well told.
Thanks Doug and I agree fully with what you said.
Very well told.
Your descriptions are very good – the wide eyes, the cupped mouths, the boots, the silent victims.
Thank you Abraham, as kind as always 🙂
A reality for many people, beautifully re-created.
Thank you Sandra
Super Scary Scribble, Sandra! I was engrossed.
What a witty answer!
Reminded me of “The Sound of Music” where they were hiding at the convent. Fortunately, the Von Trapps didn’t get caught. But so many did. Well-written!
The main inspirations were in fact “The Sound of Music” and Anne Frank’s story so you were on the ball there. Thank you for readiding I am glad you liked it.
So sad…and yet so true. Well done!
Thank you, I really appreciate your comment 🙂
Wow. This piece brings up so many emotions and immediately made me think of the shoe exhibit at the Holocaust Museum in Washington DC. That’s one place that really drives the reality of our history home.
I had the same feeling when walking to Anne Frank’s house in Amsterdam. I ran out of there crying!
Powerful story, Sandra. I could feel the floor vibrate and was holding my breath.
Thank you 🙂
well done, and so powerful.
Very dramatic and scary story, and, unfortuanately, historically accurate. Ron
Tragically yes! Thanks Ron.
Very well written, and loosely I had some similar ideas in my story. Deep sadness of course,
Thank you. I’ve read yours and it brought a tear, it’s very touching, depressing and shocking at the same time; just as a story should be.
Great details. I was under the bed with them hiding.
Thank you. It was hard to cram them all in with the 100 word limit, but it was a challenge after all.
And that was that….a no nonsense straight forward recall of a horrific event. Spot on!
Thank you Tom!
Reminds me of a terrifying story (true, I assume) that I heard once from someone who was a three-year-old in eastern Europe back then. Very vivid and chilling.
Horrible stories make good narration unfortunately!
i know that good stories are not always good events in life. in a way, i fault father for staying silent while she was taken away. then again, he might have known the inevitable and at least though he could save david. still, even with the inevitable, i wouldn’t want to see her taken alone. ugh. well done.
She wasn’t taken. The soldiers only took the boys. Father and David stayed quiet so that Mother and daughter could remain undiscovered.
Man, I should really practice harder to really say all I want in such few words! 😐
when she said she never saw them again, i thought it was because she was taken. sorry.
It’s okay; It would be clear in your head but then once written and some days pass and you read it again, you realise that it wasn’t that clear after all. But it’s good practice so it’s good that you pointed it out 🙂