By Jack Spies
The bright light that pierced her eyes was a somber reminder. She, the daughter of an emperor, knew what it meant to be under the lights. She knew that her father had broken many under their glare.
This morning’s light was not to be trifled with. Its heat burned her face. The questioning would begin soon. She gathered her thoughts and prepared answers.
What if they ask, where she was when they killed her parents, hunted her brother and sisters, then found and killed them in the cellar? What if they ask about Anastasia? She’d say, “Please—take away the light.”
Nicely done. I was expecting a little more defiance the way it started out, but it turned a little Raskolnikovish at the end. 🙂 I like it. 🙂
And for some years, many clung to the belief that Grand Duchess Anastasia had survived, to become a Virginia housewife, named Anne Anderson. But, alas, conclusive studies later revealed Anastasia was indeed killed, at the age of 17. with Czar Nicholas and the rest of of those Romonovs in July, 1917. Ocen chorosho. Jerry
Compact. Makes quite an impression upon the reader. Thank you, Jack Spies.
Benita
Thank all of you for your kind encouraging and insightful comments. – Jack