Thread: Herzdieb   [Brittle & Banter]

Seventy-two hours had passed since the cattle wagons were sealed and in that time a slew of complications had developed. The air inside the carts grew stale those fortunate enough to be near the windows which were nothing more than small slivers of space in the carts that allowed the captive to breathe were blessed with the aroma of smoke and burning flesh that was soon to come. The carts were confined with no fewer than eighty people. Sitting was out of the question. Tranquility was a word all but forgotten in the lives of the detained. Instead, moans of fear and stifled sobs consumed the carts over the seventy-two hour duration. Little children watched their elders with their erratic behavior not knowing any better, the children mirrored their actions. What else could they do? Two people were crouched in the corner of one cart a mother and her child. The mother was about fifty the lines etched in her skin made the woman look old and feeble. The child was six months shy of her eighteenth birthday her hair dark brown in color straight and silky in texture approximately three inches past her rear end in length set her apart from the other prisoners. The mother and child huddled together to conserve heat all the while, the mother stroked her daughters hair, whispering words of comfort amid the chaos that was starting to unfold. Yitgadal veyitkadash shm raba , murmured the rabbi inside their cart. May His name be blessed and magnified . The response of the prisoners was the same Amen. Hours later, the wagon doors slid open and the captive were greeted with electric torches and truncheons. It did not take long for the captive to obey the words of their captors indeed, they were quick to flee from the wagon carts, lest they receive another blow from the weapons. The mother practically stumbled out of the cart, a combination of fatigue and the prisoners who pushed their way through the crowd. The daughter remained next to her mother, helping her to her feet. The wrinkles in her face stretched as the mother offered her daughter a small smile. You are too kind to your mother, my dear Talia. Sei ruhig ! yelled a Schutzstaffel officer as the mother continued to speak. Silence ensued. The captive were relieved of their valuables and forced into a single line. They were given the once-over before their fate was decided left for the gas chambers, right for a mediocre life of hard labor. The mother was told to go to the left. Talia Sperling was told to go to the right. No! Mamah ! cried Talia, her brown eyes large and fearful as her mother began to turn in the opposite direction. Without hesitation, the girl clung to her mother, her face pressed against her mothers back and her arms wrapped around her mothers waist. The rosy tint of her cheeks and the freckles that plagued the bridge of her nose were no longer visible. She continued to cling to her mother until an officer grabbed her upper arm and pried her away. Tucke , spat the officer stupid girl as the mother was forced to follow the other unfortunate captives to the gas chamber. You will join your mother soon enough. Talia wanted to break free from the officers grasp, wanted to run off after her mother, but such things were all but impossible for the fragile girl. She watched her mother with tears in her eyes her body shivered due to the frigid climate. Monster, she seethed through clenched teeth. Youre all a bunch of monsters. Still your tongue, Jew, or I will personally bring you to your mother.