My Father
Mar 12th, 2021 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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My father says it’s okay to be scared, but now it’s time to be brave. I trust and look up to him, so when he tells me to hide under the floorboard because the Nazis are coming, I do so.
There’s banging at the front door, and then it bursts open. Footsteps and yelling are what I hear. My legs are cramped and I’m sweating from my forehead to my cheeks.
My father is crying, pleading with the Nazis and I feel helpless hiding. I want to show myself, but I’m too frightened.
Gunshot, thump, silence.
My father is dead.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
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