Summer Young Writers Anthology - University at Albany
Summer Young Writers Anthology - University at Albany
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a young boy. She rocked him as he<br />
glanced frantically <strong>at</strong> the still-new<br />
surroundings. The woman was<br />
somewh<strong>at</strong> pretty, though heavily<br />
worn-down and showing signs of<br />
emaci<strong>at</strong>ion. She looked familiar, and<br />
Kurt racked his brain, trying to<br />
recall where he recognized this<br />
woman from.<br />
The next group rose shakily when<br />
called. Smoke poured from the top of<br />
the crem<strong>at</strong>orium, and Kurt gave a<br />
small cough, something he tended to<br />
do when he accidentally inhaled it. At<br />
least the smell no longer bothered<br />
him. All the while he continued to<br />
ponder why th<strong>at</strong> girl seemed so very<br />
familiar. It was most curious; he had,<br />
after all, been separ<strong>at</strong>ed from Jews all<br />
his life. Rarely had he had any<br />
interaction with them, <strong>at</strong> least if he<br />
could avoid it.<br />
The mysterious woman, he<br />
thought to himself, looked almost<br />
reminiscent of a girl Margot—whom<br />
his brother had fallen for a few years<br />
back. Their f<strong>at</strong>her, though, had made<br />
it clear th<strong>at</strong> to associ<strong>at</strong>e with Jews<br />
was a sin. Ehren had stubbornly<br />
disagreed, and the words he had<br />
spoken the night he left had forever<br />
stuck with Kurt. “Wh<strong>at</strong> is religion,<br />
f<strong>at</strong>her, between lovers? Between<br />
family? We are all people. Shouldn’t<br />
th<strong>at</strong> be enough to let us live<br />
harmoniously?” he had foolishly<br />
questioned. Though Kurt could see<br />
how much Margot had meant to<br />
Ehren, Kurt couldn’t possibly<br />
imagine abandoning their f<strong>at</strong>her; to<br />
abandon him for a Jew was simply<br />
unf<strong>at</strong>homable. His f<strong>at</strong>her had<br />
repe<strong>at</strong>edly insisted th<strong>at</strong> they were<br />
better off without Ehren, but, even<br />
still, Kurt wondered wh<strong>at</strong> had<br />
become of his beloved only brother.<br />
Again, the smoke seeped into the<br />
sky, and the second to last group<br />
crept forward. They entered the<br />
chamber, some praying in their<br />
n<strong>at</strong>ive tongue, others silent and<br />
emotionless. One younger man,<br />
“This week has<br />
been wonderful,<br />
both as an aid to all<br />
our cre<strong>at</strong>ive<br />
endeavors and as a<br />
means by which to<br />
meet kindred<br />
spirits.”<br />
— Ada O’Higgins<br />
panicked and hysterical, struggled to<br />
escape, pushing furiously through<br />
the forlorn crowd. Kurt promptly<br />
gave him a sharp, forceful kick to his<br />
abdomen. He tumbled onto the<br />
ground, and lay still for a few<br />
moments. Then, after regaining<br />
consciousness, he began to pray<br />
furiously. Kurt responded by<br />
taunting “Our f<strong>at</strong>her, who art in<br />
heaven. . . .” The Jew began to cry.<br />
Kurt hoisted him up and shoved him<br />
through the entrance, reuniting him<br />
with his fellow group members. He<br />
p<strong>at</strong>ted the door as he locked it.<br />
Several yards away, Kurt’s f<strong>at</strong>her<br />
nodded in his direction, as if by cue.<br />
Kurt glanced <strong>at</strong> the final group,<br />
huddled together several feet away.<br />
Even the woman had joined them<br />
now, protectively gripping the boy<br />
on her lap. Kurt now had a clear<br />
view of him, and he studied the boy<br />
as he had studied the mother. He,<br />
too, looked startlingly familiar and<br />
once again Kurt was baffled. With<br />
hair the color of a newborn chick’s,<br />
and eyes a crystal blue, he certainly<br />
looked out of place. The child also<br />
possessed a curiosity about him th<strong>at</strong><br />
kind of reminded Kurt of how he<br />
himself had been as a boy.<br />
Like they had three times before,<br />
the chamber doors swung open,<br />
welcoming the final group inside.<br />
The small, remaining mob stood and<br />
began to file in, calmer than any<br />
group previous. When the woman,<br />
holding her small son’s hand, passed<br />
Kurt, something struck him. As their<br />
pleading eyes met his, memories<br />
rushed through his mind. Days of<br />
exploring the woods with a young<br />
Ehren jolted him, along with the<br />
vision of his intense blue eyes, always<br />
alert and mischievous. His knees<br />
weakened as he replayed the first<br />
time he met Margot in his head,<br />
when he had been unaware of her<br />
religion but enthralled by her<br />
affection<strong>at</strong>e n<strong>at</strong>ure. Recollections<br />
arose of countless nights when he<br />
had covered for Ehren as he snuck<br />
out to meet his forbidden love. All <strong>at</strong><br />
once the strong connection surfaced;<br />
his face paled as the realiz<strong>at</strong>ion hit<br />
him, and he nearly collapsed with<br />
horror. Kurt vaguely heard a door<br />
slam behind him, and suddenly the<br />
all-too familiar roar of a fire<br />
sounded as he caught his f<strong>at</strong>her<br />
nodding <strong>at</strong> him in the distance. �<br />
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