LATE HOMEI’d missed the train, and ran out of our home station knowing I’d be in trouble for keeping supper waiting. The streets were oddly quiet, but it was only when I found home deserted that I began to panic.
I ran round all the neighbours looking for my parents, banging on doors, peering through windows, but the whole town was deathly silent. Not a television blared, not a child cried – when a cat rubbed my shin I almost screamed.
I found them all in the synagogue. Whoever did this left a water bottle – enough DNA to track them down.
Marie Gail Stratford took this week's photograph, and as today is Holocaust Memorial Day, I think it's a picture of a synagogue. Never having been inside one, I apologise if I've guessed wrong. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting on Friday Fictioneers on her blog. https://rochellewisoff.com/
This week I have reached the end of a rewrite cum edit of my next novel. Although it can stand alone, it is also a sequel to HELTER-SKELTER, which I published four years ago, and is still available on Amazon.
Now would be a good time to read HELTER-SKELTER and get acquainted with Albie, a 12-year-old street kid searching for his gypsy father. The link is here -