trigger, we’d all be dead right now. More guards would have come and they would have found you.”
“You knew?”
“I saw the gun in your hand. Right then, I prayed that God stay your hand. And he did. Now we have a chance to live – after we survive this.”
“I should have done something. I could have saved you.”
Her mother smiled. “Someday we’ll be together again, when all of this is over.”
Jadzia nodded, afraid to speak.
“This darkness has to end someday,” her mother said. “I just know it. And our life will return to normal.”
Jadzia’s sorrow increased with every word her mother uttered. She leaned forward and hugged her mother tight. “I love you so much, Mama. Be strong.”
Her mother held her daughter’s face in her hands and said: “You should go, my dear. I don’t want to see you get captured. I can’t bear to think of losing you.”
Jadzia listened to her mother and turned to leave. As she walked toward the door, she stopped and turned around, hoping to see her mother one last time. Like her father the night before, Jadzia’s mother had turned away, unwilling to see her only child walk away, possibly forever.
Genesis never stirred until they were outside the barracks and behind the truck a short distance from the gas chamber. There she flew out of Jadzia’s pocket and hovered at eye-level. Jadzia was visibly shaken by the experience and just stared at the ground, unable to move. Genesis waited and said nothing.
“Get down!” she said suddenly. “Someone’s coming.”
Jadzia dropped to the ground and hid in the shadows of a nearby wall. Genesis dropped out of sight too and flew off just as a guard rounded the rear of the truck. “Is someone there?” he shouted in German. Jadzia remained perfectly still.
He circled the truck and came within inches of the shadow where Jadzia hid. The lamp from the guard shack shone directly in the guard’s face, so Jadzia was shielded from being discovered. The guard paused a moment, then looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was nearby. Jadzia held her breath as the man approached the wall and began to unzip his pants to urinate. Disgusted, she moved away from him. Then she made a mistake. Creeping from the shadow, her shoe emerged just enough to be caught in the guard’s line of sight. He blocked the light and looked into the shadow and saw Jadzia’s frightened face.
“Please, sir,” she whispered.
The guard quickly zipped his pants and smiled. She recoiled against the wall. The guard seized her and covered her mouth, her cries muffled against the flesh of his hand. She struggled and kicked but the guard already had the upper hand. “Dolf!” he shouted.
Another soldier rushed to the guard’s aid and helped bind her hands. Jadzia cried out for Genesis but she was nowhere to be found. The two men forced her to her knees and drew their side-arms.
Jadzia turned away from the men, closed her eyes, and prepared herself to die. Then, without a warning, there was silence. She opened her eyes and saw Genesis, quietly hovering over the men. She sat up and saw the petite time-traveler’s handiwork: the German guards were unconscious, with no sign of injury.
“I’m terribly sorry for leaving you,” Genesis said. “I couldn’t be seen.”
“Since it appears you came back before any serious damage was done, I suppose I should forgive you.”
Genesis turned away, ashamed for disappointing
“You knew?”
“I saw the gun in your hand. Right then, I prayed that God stay your hand. And he did. Now we have a chance to live – after we survive this.”
“I should have done something. I could have saved you.”
Her mother smiled. “Someday we’ll be together again, when all of this is over.”
Jadzia nodded, afraid to speak.
“This darkness has to end someday,” her mother said. “I just know it. And our life will return to normal.”
Jadzia’s sorrow increased with every word her mother uttered. She leaned forward and hugged her mother tight. “I love you so much, Mama. Be strong.”
Her mother held her daughter’s face in her hands and said: “You should go, my dear. I don’t want to see you get captured. I can’t bear to think of losing you.”
Jadzia listened to her mother and turned to leave. As she walked toward the door, she stopped and turned around, hoping to see her mother one last time. Like her father the night before, Jadzia’s mother had turned away, unwilling to see her only child walk away, possibly forever.
Genesis never stirred until they were outside the barracks and behind the truck a short distance from the gas chamber. There she flew out of Jadzia’s pocket and hovered at eye-level. Jadzia was visibly shaken by the experience and just stared at the ground, unable to move. Genesis waited and said nothing.
“Get down!” she said suddenly. “Someone’s coming.”
Jadzia dropped to the ground and hid in the shadows of a nearby wall. Genesis dropped out of sight too and flew off just as a guard rounded the rear of the truck. “Is someone there?” he shouted in German. Jadzia remained perfectly still.
He circled the truck and came within inches of the shadow where Jadzia hid. The lamp from the guard shack shone directly in the guard’s face, so Jadzia was shielded from being discovered. The guard paused a moment, then looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was nearby. Jadzia held her breath as the man approached the wall and began to unzip his pants to urinate. Disgusted, she moved away from him. Then she made a mistake. Creeping from the shadow, her shoe emerged just enough to be caught in the guard’s line of sight. He blocked the light and looked into the shadow and saw Jadzia’s frightened face.
“Please, sir,” she whispered.
The guard quickly zipped his pants and smiled. She recoiled against the wall. The guard seized her and covered her mouth, her cries muffled against the flesh of his hand. She struggled and kicked but the guard already had the upper hand. “Dolf!” he shouted.
Another soldier rushed to the guard’s aid and helped bind her hands. Jadzia cried out for Genesis but she was nowhere to be found. The two men forced her to her knees and drew their side-arms.
Jadzia turned away from the men, closed her eyes, and prepared herself to die. Then, without a warning, there was silence. She opened her eyes and saw Genesis, quietly hovering over the men. She sat up and saw the petite time-traveler’s handiwork: the German guards were unconscious, with no sign of injury.
“I’m terribly sorry for leaving you,” Genesis said. “I couldn’t be seen.”
“Since it appears you came back before any serious damage was done, I suppose I should forgive you.”
Genesis turned away, ashamed for disappointing
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