And then they found it — the last flask, the small bottle that would enable them to start anew. 12 writers share the last flask that lit up their own lives rattle of hope
Just keep walking, Sara told herself over and over, silently, lest the Nazi soldiers hear her and shoot her on the spot.
But after 13 hours of walking, she couldn’t help but wonder if that would be so terrible.
The soldiers ordered everyone to sit. Sara sat. Just behind a snow-tinseled bush, a speck of white gleamed. She leaned forward and saw a blue-and-white polka-dotted baby rattle.
A baby rattle?
Did babies — pink-cheeked and chubby-legged babies — still exist in this world?
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