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Oct 11th, 2021 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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The rain pelts my face, the umbrella useless. I walk quickly, but not enough to draw attention. I must get to my destination and back before curfew.
The document I carry may save countless lives. If the Nazis stop me for a search, they’ll never find it.
“Do you have it?”
I place the umbrella down, dripping, release my shoe and pull the document from my heel, handing it to the contact.
“Good work,” he says and hands me a paper that I neatly place into the heel of my shoe.
I leave and make my way home before curfew.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher