Monday, April 30, 2012

Day 121/366

As soon as we got off the train, they took little Bill away from me. I was alone. My husband had been shot dead in front of us. Mercy was an unspoken word. I began to choke as the gas filled the room. There would be no crying or shouting or begging. I would not stoop to that level in front of them. I would die with my dignity and remember the face of my son, smiling innocently as the soldiers took him away in the other direction. He kept looking back and waving at me. I would think of the day my husband and I got married and giggle as I did when we took our vows. I dropped the soap they had given us. There was no need to clean my pure soul. I took in one last breath and surrendered to God's will.

1 comment:

  1. You write in such a way that whole scene is created in front of my eyes like a movie and it happens only when I read your blogs.