Golden Memory
Nov 27th, 2020 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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Hannah clutches the picture close to her chest and closes her eyes, a smile on her lips as she envisions her young daughter dancing, her steps light, and the sunshine gleaming on her golden blond hair.
“Move, Jew,” the man shoves Hannah into the train. Everyone is cramped, and the foul stench is unavoidable.
Hannah couldn’t help but stare at the frail woman beside her.
“Is that your daughter?”
“Yes, we were separated.”
“You’ll be with her soon,” says the woman.
The train comes to a halt and the door slides open.
The air is filled with a snowy substance.
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