B ath England
April 1942. Abe Levine and Annie Freed get married in a simple yet beautiful chasunah in the Hotel,
B ath England
It began as a murmur a distant hum in the blackness just loud enough to set her pulse racing. Silly she chided herself. The nightmare was over; she was safe now safe in a quiet little city the Nazis hardly knew existed and certainly didn’t care about.
Still the sound brought her out of her bed. She pulled her dressing gown closer around herself and walked to the children’s room: a mother hovering over her nest.
Malka was sleeping quietly on her back; Artie as always was curled into a snug little ball. Her eyes softened then narrowed: the noise was growing louder.
She knew that noise.
A roar. A whistling shriek. An ear-shattering blast.
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