Photo copyright 1999 by Philip Greenspun
“It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.”
Bound and blindfolded, all hold their breath. Few hold their bowels.
“Anlegen, zielen, Feuer!”
Pistols crack.
Eicke’s words are an empty promise. Again.
Dignity is the only victim in this SS game. Today.
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Thirty-three words (not including the bold prompt, which comes from The Scorpio Races by Maggie Stiefvater) for Trifextra: Week Ninety-Two. For me, the words brought to mind the horrific mental torture endured by prisoners in Dachau, marched repeatedly to stand before SS firing squads. Sometimes the guns were loaded…sometimes they weren’t.
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