The Faces of Toy Soldiers

The little girl ran, red shoes slapping along Kössener Straße, her head pounded, and face grew flushed. Behind her, German boys advanced, stretching out their gloved hands as they sprinted forward, trying to grasp her coat. Her mother had bought it for her, three winters ago, when Ruth knew, even then, that they hadn’t theContinue reading “The Faces of Toy Soldiers”