On the Way - Fiction :: Papers

On the Way - Fiction It was a cold windy wickedness in the mid December of 1941. The snow was falling slowly down the footpath while George was walking home. He was wearing a his big embrown coat and a brown hat. George lived in a small wooden house which be built by himself in the forest. George lived alone by himself since his parents unexpended him. He was living away from the world and he didnt know what was happening around him, and he had no idea about the fascism which was in the grip of the world. He was a grown man and he could care for himself, but the loneliness was his problem. His only friends, Mr and Mrs Muller were living a few miles away from him. One twenty-four hours when George was in the forest hunting for food, he heard a womens scream and horses plan of attack to him. George jumped into the bush next to him and waited. He pointed his gun to the direction where the noise was coming from. They were getting closer. Suddenly a Jewish women passed by being chased by two military men in horses. The woman was frightened to close for her life. One of the men in horses pointed his shotgun at her and shot her in the leg. Should I leave her die here?, said the horseman. No, she might come okay to the city again. Lets finish her here and now, answered the other horseman and pointed his gun into her head. George was frightened and terrified, he couldnt watch a woman being murdered in front of him. He fired to one of the evil person that was aiming to the poor woman and killed him. The other horseman ran, he was afraid for loosing his life. The girl was dressed standardised a tramp, with long brown dirty trousers, a sweater with ripped sleeves and old dirty shoes. George went out of the bush and asked the woman Who are you, why are they course after you? The woman answered, My name is Isabel.