By Stephen Bone
Although over ninety, my memory is sharp. I will never forget the station at Dresden. Both of us, youngsters then, boarding the train to escape the little, ranting man with the toothbrush mustache.
How you cried yourself to sleep that first night in a land whose language you didn’t understand, although the people who gave us a home were kind. How inseparable we were.
Now I spend my days in a trunk in the attic. My left eye gone, legs atrophied, yet at times I swear I feel your arms around me again, feel a tear fall onto my bald body.
Beautiful writing, brought a tear to my eye. So much story in 101 words – well done!
Well done! Excellent 101 words, loved the twist at the end.
Simply beautiful.
Both sad and uplifting. Well done, Stephen.
I feel like this could become an epistolary memoir told from Ted’s POV. You could call it “Letters from Teddy.” You have a poetic style. I loved this.
Moving and beautifully told.
I liked that you told the story from Teddy’s POV. Nicely done!
So well done. A great way to view such horror.
Tremendously effective – & affecting.