Tag Archives: Six Sentence Sunday

And so in the fullness of time it came to pass that Elsa got her transport, thanks to the chatty young officer in charge of the deportations, and she got her pass to the Jewish quarter, and help with hauling … Continue reading →

Like this fellow, for example, the one to whom she owed nominal obedience as a soldier to his officer.  Yes, she understood the necessity of obedience and discipline; she had been schooled in those notions since childhood, but now she … Continue reading →

And there was the other thing, as well. He had looked her up and down—well, not quite as blatantly as the soldiers eyeing up the Polish girls—with his pale blue eyes behind steel-rimmed spectacles, and asked in a light tone … Continue reading →

There’s the motorized roar and the background roar of the sea.  There’s the greyed-out horizon, and the signs for the upcoming exits, Iceland coming up in a few hours and beyond that Denmark and Norway.   It’s a dream, of … Continue reading →

Charlotte didn’t know that Araminta fancied Scipio, and the other way round as well.  She didn’t know that Araminta knew by whom Sarah was pregnant and under what conditions.  She didn’t know the whispered conversations that the two sisters had … Continue reading →