Through altruistic compassion of neighbours, Ruth Epstein scrounges for food, and coal for her burner. She hurries through desolate alleys to her flat at Thirty-five Rue Rossini for fear of being singled out. Once inside, she adjusts heavy dark curtains across window casings. August 1944: France is liberated. Ruth weeps.
Ilona Rapin is addicted to the curiosity and excitement of wandering the world which inspires her to write short stories about her impressions.
Wow, this makes the reader really feel like they’re living in that awful time. I exhaled with relief at the last line. Great story!
Thank you very much! Such amazing feedback and much appreciated.
Heart pounding! Can’t wait for the next one. Hugs N
Poignant. xx