When Philip was six years old, his mother went downstairs. He remembered it well: her retreating back as she slowly walked down the first flight of the rough stone stairs, holding on to the shaky banister. As if she were afraid to slip on the moss-covered steps. As if it mattered. She paused five steps…Continue Reading “The Fire-Escape”
She stood shivering in her thin, patched-up coat as the child was brought to her. Her vision blurred with tears, she rushed to him and felt his body, stiff and unyielding like a board, in her arms. “Karol!” she cried. “Klaus,” the boy said. *** The fifth installment of Captain America was a flop. The…Continue Reading “Lebensborn”