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September 1945
red rooftops appear to glow in rainy-day haze lost in memories of pre-war bliss she looks up to watch them bleed pain is its own reward sometimes better than the numbness she so desperately seeks to leave behind tiny poodle escorts her on La Rue de la Paix peace has come to Paris at last but in her heart, agony lingers she heard the Fuhrer took his own life cyanide and a bullet, too merciful for a demon how her sweet Emil must have suffered in the death camp his last gift to her, a red umbrella to offer shelter at a time when he so direly needed protection from horrific torture, starvation, gas chambers footsteps behind her; she pivots, her poodle barks what’s this? is rain playing tricks on her eyes? he presses his lips on hers and she knows yes, yes, these are Emil’s lips still clad in a prisoner’s striped uniform, he holds her she feels his ribs as they embrace autumn rain soaks the fashion district near their home while a violinist in a nearby café plays Chant des Partisans overwhelmed, she wonders, is this a dream or is he home to stay? *Written November 1, 2018 N/A in The Red Umbrella Contest Contest judged that 11/13/2018
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