All curled up inside the hole , he tried to move. He could hear the footsteps of men , based on the distance he knew that they were close. He calculated the risk of exposing himself versus the risk of staying still. Time was a luxury he couldn’t afford.
“Is this gambling, it is isn’t it”?, he thought.
He tried to laugh, but couldn’t, after all he didn’t want to risk exposing himself.
How did he end up in this situation. He tried to think. Did he do anything wrong?
He followed the doctrines, he adhered to the idea that he was taught.
“They’re not germane to the idea of our ideal society”, he remember the words. The words of his trainer.
He also heard the silent screams of those persecuted by this ideology. “But I can’t fight for them”, he thought.
So he followed the herd. And now; this. Before he could peak into his past any further, someone opened the safe room.
The assailant grabbed his shirt, pulled him out, and threw him on the ground.
Before he could come to his senses, he saw a gun being pulled by the assailant.
He laughed, and before he could say anything three shots were fired all of them passed through his temple.
Before his soul could leave this world , he heard the words of his assailant,¨Nazi pig¨.
Written for Senseiś FOWC. The word is “germane.”