Monday, February 13, 2017

Deepest Revulsion

Deepest revulsion ...

As I read The Nightegale.
France, World War 2.
Occupied and deadly.
The Roundup.
All foreign born Jews.
To the East.
To work camps.
To death.

National Security.

A mother and her two children try to escape.
A crossing into the Free Zone.
But gunfire rings out.
People are killed.
They flee into the woods again.
But the daughter has been shot.

And, there, in the woods, Sarah dies.
A child.
A young girl, vibrant and loving and creative and hopeful and brave and kind and sweet and silly and full of life.

A young girl.

Dead.
Nazi bullets.

National Security.

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