The Holocaust: A Narrative Fiction
“Everyone be quiet!” George shouted shooting his gun several more times into the air. “Everyone return to your homes. Nobody here is a Nazi.”
“Maybe you’re the Nazi!” Another voice yelled.
George fired the pistol in the air once again. The few who started to stand up quickly ducked down again. “Nobody here is a Nazi! Everyone return to your homes!”
“I’m not going anywhere until I can feel safe with my family,” an anxious Home Guard soldier yelled.
“Hey George, I have an idea,” John said, beckoning him over. George and Lewis walked together to hear. “What if we make the families separate from the single people, maybe narrow down our suspects?” George nodded in agreement.
“I suppose since you people won’t rest until this Nazi business is put to bed, we will have to figure it out tonight,” murmurs among the crowd ensued, most showing concurrence. “All the families group together and step to the side.”
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What remained was a line of around fifty or so. George sighed as he walked to the first one.
“What’s your name son?” He asked a boy who couldn’t be much older than 18.
“Martin, sir.”
George turned to the crowd on the other side, “Does anyone know Martin?”
A few seconds passed. There was no response.
“I do,” a voice finally called out. “I was a friend of his father before he passed last year.”
George patted Martin on the shoulder and gently pushed him in the way of the larger group. He moved to the next one in line, an old man with torn up clothes.
“I’m Jacob,” the man offered.
“Jacob?” George asked the audience once more.
“I know him,” someone yelled. “He’s a beggar who sits in the alley behind my bakery. He’s sat there for years.”
George once again showed another man off the line to cross the widening border. He moved on to the next one and after finding that man above suspicion, the next. He moved down the line going from one to the
“Maybe you’re the Nazi!” Another voice yelled.
George fired the pistol in the air once again. The few who started to stand up quickly ducked down again. “Nobody here is a Nazi! Everyone return to your homes!”
“I’m not going anywhere until I can feel safe with my family,” an anxious Home Guard soldier yelled.
“Hey George, I have an idea,” John said, beckoning him over. George and Lewis walked together to hear. “What if we make the families separate from the single people, maybe narrow down our suspects?” George nodded in agreement.
“I suppose since you people won’t rest until this Nazi business is put to bed, we will have to figure it out tonight,” murmurs among the crowd ensued, most showing concurrence. “All the families group together and step to the side.”
People …show more content…
What remained was a line of around fifty or so. George sighed as he walked to the first one.
“What’s your name son?” He asked a boy who couldn’t be much older than 18.
“Martin, sir.”
George turned to the crowd on the other side, “Does anyone know Martin?”
A few seconds passed. There was no response.
“I do,” a voice finally called out. “I was a friend of his father before he passed last year.”
George patted Martin on the shoulder and gently pushed him in the way of the larger group. He moved to the next one in line, an old man with torn up clothes.
“I’m Jacob,” the man offered.
“Jacob?” George asked the audience once more.
“I know him,” someone yelled. “He’s a beggar who sits in the alley behind my bakery. He’s sat there for years.”
George once again showed another man off the line to cross the widening border. He moved on to the next one and after finding that man above suspicion, the next. He moved down the line going from one to the