Today I am participating in Monday’s Minute Challenge, hosted by Tessa Emily Hall @ Christ is Write. I think the deadline is tomorrow, but it might have been last Thursday. I’m not sure, but I’m going to post this anyway, If I missed the deadline, oh well. At least it was a good writing exercise.
I used the object prompt and my piece is 295 words
Sophie stared up at the ceiling, wishing that she were home for Christmas. It was quiet in the building and all that could be heard was the slow breathing coming from the other women and girls around her. She got up, unable to sleep, and jumped down from her cot like a cat, silent and agile. She scurried over to the front of the building near the door where she usually went when she couldn’t sleep at night.
Sophie peered into the night, and saw a figure silhouetted against the backdrop of stars and snowflakes. She gasped, and, holding her breath, tip-toed to the figure. The figure turned around and stared at her. Sophie jumped, letting out a squeak. It was the new woman that had been thrown into the concentration camp today, another member of the resistance named Alice. Relieved, Sophie sat down by Alice. Together they gazed at the snowflakes falling through the air. It looked as if the snowflakes were about to drop right into the capture of the barbed wire in the distance, but instead, they floated free, unlike Sophie and the other women in the camp. Sophie marveled at these snowflakes and grinned. If they could escape the thorny fingers of the barbed wire, then so could the women. It was a gift on this Christmas away from home.
After a long period of silence, Alice spoke. “You housed the Goldstines, didn’t you?” she whispered. Sophie turned toward Alice with wide eyes, remembering the little Goldstine toddlers and their ever cheery smiles.
“Yes. Did something…happen to them?”
“No. They’re safe. Forever.” said the woman. Sophie breathed a sigh of relief. Another gift on this Christmas away from home. She smiled, and nodding, went back to bed and slept peacefully.