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”
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A Pack A Day
It begins in a town called Millthorpe. The crickets chirp in the distant bushes and flies buzz across the top of sizzling meat. Men grumble over the barbeque and women laugh, breathing in the country air, tipping back their plastic champagne flutes as their heels press into the dry grass. I move to the frontContinue reading “A Pack A Day”