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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Twilight Years of Life (07/02/09)

TITLE: The Jacket
By Rachel Stone
07/08/09


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I took in the miracle of the moment and watched as a slow smile came across the elderly woman’s face. There was a Bible open on her lap but her faced was turned toward the window, staring into the past. That her eyes could still gleam with such passion was truly one of life’s greatest mysteries.

In her memory they were running secretly through her father’s field hand in hand. He wore a yellow star, she did not. Nor did she care as others did. She loved him and would always love him.

The couple picnicked and danced in a secluded realm of trees and peace. Holding each other tightly. Cherishing each second, as she had ever since. Dusk came too quickly as they made their way back to the road.

Soldiers were there waiting as if they had been committing the most horrid of crimes. He was taken. She was thrown to the ground and left pleading, holding his jacket as she sobbed.

She lived quietly for a time. As quiet as one may in war. Each story she heard wrenched her heart more tightly with no news of the one she loved. Each passing night she prayed for the dread to come to an end.

The woman was Jewish by birth. She was a believer in the Christ though no one could talk of faith publicly.

Still, the day came when she could no longer take her eyes off the jacket. Without word to another, she gently pulled on the threads that held such a glorious sign of cruel judgment and hatred. She hummed a German Hymn as she pinned the crumpled yellow star onto her dress, then stepped out into the street.

She was seized that evening by Gestapo. Her internment not as long as many others. She survived though she knew he had not.

I remained at the door while her smile faded into tears, as most mornings at this time. “Miss Ingrid, would you like to take a stroll with me in the garden this morning?”

“I’d be delighted.” she answered with forced smile as I came behind and took the handles of her wheel chair. She was pulling at the sleeve on her white blouse, the last few numbers tattooed on her arm still visible at the cuff.


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BAYO OMOYIOLA, JR07/09/09

Great concept
Mildred Sheldon07/10/09
Thank you for sharing this story of a time in history that is so painful not only for the Jewish people but all who witnessed the horror of that time.
Allen Stark07/11/09
I can relate.
Norma-Anne Hough 07/13/09
Moving account. Well done
Dee Yoder 07/14/09
Oh, so many dark memories for some of our seniors to think on in their twilight years. Their generation knew many terrors--it's good to be reminded of the horrible times that are not so far past us...the generation that lived them are still here!
Charla Diehl 07/14/09
Your writing described a time in history that was horrible to say the least. Through the memories of your MC you brought this time to life and wrapped it around the topic perfectly.