The Road Monologue

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I stepped out into the bright, frigid landscape. The blinding light was infernal. It was ridiculous going to a place that cast me out so easily for something couldn't change. I refuse to change it. Those antisemitic swine could go jump in a hole. I don't need them. I glanced behind for a moment. The warm, inviting billet I had called home for the past month had been my safe haven. It was owned by a man who had betrothed himself to a woman. She enjoyed housing the soldiers no matter what their faith. The husband shared the same philosophy. I marched off from the house. I focused on walking, just walking. I strolled down the dirt road, encumbered by the many books in the sack slung over my shoulder. I was an avid reader before the war. I spent my summers in the shade of trees with books in my hand. I indulged myself in each novel, poem, or newspaper. I longed for those days. …show more content…

She was skipping cheerfully through the thin layer of snow. Her head and all her hair was buried under a large wool hat and her body was cloaked by an even larger jacket. In fact, everything looked large on her pale, scrawny frame. “What is it, child?” I replied with no emotion. “Are you a soldier?” I nodded. “Is it because of the decree? That's why my daddy is a soldier!” The child seemed proud of her father. She never knew that her father was another waif. I didn't have the heart to tell her. “That's great, kiddo.” I forced a smile. She smiled back. “Have you seen him?” “Afraid I haven't.” I tried to continue my walk into the town. “Wait mister!” The girl tugged my

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