* To my fellow Friday Fictioneers, thank you so much for thoughtful comments and kind messages last week, when I was in the hospital. It was an overwhelming experience, and your thoughtfulness meant a great deal. Thanks!
Each week on Friday Fictioneers, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields leads a group of writers from all over the globe, in a flash-fiction challenge. A single photo prompt; a story that has a beginning, middle and end; a goal of 100 words– everyone is welcome to participate. Check it out the details, and the wonderful stories in this week’s collection, here.
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Jan and Irena huddled in the dark, and cupped their mouths in the frozen air.
“Nie ruszaj,” he mouthed silently. Don’t move. Forbidden to speak their native Polish in the camps, sometimes the women whispered late at night– the comfort of familiar words, the only beauty.
Jan found the hole in the fence, then slipped a note to Irena in the laundry detail.
“spotkajmy się o północy, Jan”
So she met him at midnight, terrified but determined. As two blinding lights cut the darkness, she held her breath, and waited to run– back to their child, away from hell.
*In remembrance of those who were lost, and those who survived the Holocaust– May Their memories be for a blessing,
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