Invisibility was better than a diplomatic passport.
He stood there in wonder as he watched the Germans make their way down the avenue toward Place de la Concorde. Invisibility was better than a diplomatic passport.
Paris on the day it fell to German invaders. The awesome reality of everything that was in front of him. With all his energy diverted to his greedy eyes, he stood, slack jawed and with paretic arms. He leaned over, breathed deeply, as if he’d just completed a foot race. Breathe, breathe.....
We’re all sisters and this is a home.
SORORITY BY KATIE O’NEILL
34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 23