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Genre: Historical Fiction Word Count: 100
I trembled with nine-year-old excitement as I presented the flowers. Their sweet fragrance filled my nostrils as I curtsied.
The new chancellor smiled and said, “Danke schön meine Liebchen.”
When I made my way back through the crowd to my classmates, my friend Ilsa hugged me, her blue eyes sparkling. “How lucky you are to be chosen.”
Soon after that day, my family and I packed all the belongings we could carry and moved away from Germany.
Lucky? Jah. Never will I forget his cold eyes. What would the Führer have said had he known this flower girl was Jewish?
Today Pegman takes a trip back to the old country, Polanczyk Poland. As always, your mission is to roam around using Google Street View until you find something that inspires you to write up to 150 words, then share your finished work with the other prompt participants. Remember that reading and commenting is part of the experience!
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What can I say? It’s Poland and Passover. חג פסח שמח to those who celebrate.
Word Count: 150
Bubbeh Sylvia’s silver-white hair gleams in the candlelight. Her eyes are sparkling blue clouds and her withered cheeks glow. “Papa loved it here. At night he took us for moonlight boat rides on Lake Solina.”
At her insistence, we’ve come to Poland so she can see her homeland one last time. After days touring the gorgeous countryside, we settle in to celebrate Passover with her brother Vladek, who bought the house from Jan Buszko and built a resort in Polanczk after the war.
“Remember how excited you were when you caught your first fish, Sylvie?” He chuckles.
I add a fifth question to the traditional four. “Uncle Vlad, why are we celebrating in this musty old cellar instead of your dining room.”
Tears do not dim his smile. “Where else, bubbeleh? For in this very cellar Adonai used the Buszkos to deliver us from the most despicable pharaoh of all.”
*Hallel, part of the Passover celebration, means Praise
Thanks to all of your who responded to my message last week. Your words of affirmation renewed my Friday Fictioneers resolve for another year. It was also interesting to learn that others share my pet peeves and added a few of their own.
The most often mentioned pet peeve, aside from serials and multiple prompt stories, was that of certain blogsthat make it difficult to leave a comment. I personally made the switch from Blogspot to WordPress three years ago and have no regrets.
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