The Mistake of the Unstable Mind

Way aback upon the fog of the swamp and the itch of the tree lay a beautiful lady that no one ever got to see. She was a runaway of sorts but not by her will. She ran to stay alive so that she would not be the next kill. Now she sits in her little house with her grandfather trying to do what she can do but she hasn't seen a soul since five years old and her grandfather had given up very much to. Her grandfather said it was an army that came through her town that carried off everyone who spoke her tongue. Out of the bed she was pulled and they began to run. They had heard the stories that were put by her grandfather into her ear. Stories of unspeakable things, ones that brought panic and fear. Her grandfather lifted her in his arms and ran as fast as he could frantic to stay alive. It wasn't until they were well into the woods he realized the others had been left behind. For the first time she'd seen a grown man cry. Then he hugged her closer and through the woods they began to fly. Now they sit in their home waiting for any news. The people in his town knew this house and she waited for any clues. That hope had gone along with her grandfather's mind. The house was so far back it seemed just to hard to find. One day the beautiful lady saw something move and out of the house she ran. It was a man. He looked at her with an admiring face. His eyes began to gaze. The woman was beautiful but she never knew. She had nothing to compare herself to. The man was dressed in very unusual clothes. She heard something ring and was shocked to see a cellular phone. She wondered what had happen over the past fifteen years since she'd been here. A phone with no cords. How *****? He hung up the phone and she ran to him "What's going on with the Jews in Germany?" "What is going on with the war?" The man looked very concerned and knew not what to say for sure. "Ma'am, That war has been over for many years. It's 2004."