Saturday, February 05, 2022

The bridge (a short story)

His wallpaper
consisted of old newspapers.
Instead of having central heating,
he burned coal.
Holes in his attic wall
showed where he did his shooting practice.


Through the tiny window
he aimed his rifle at the bridge.

The nazis would only pass
over his dead body!

They found him in his hidden attic,
sixty years after date.
Rifle still with him.

Never a nazi crossed the bridge!

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