I’ve made it two weeks in a row! I am rocking and on a roll!
Thank you to Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers!
Papa’s Always Right
“You are too trusting,” Papa says.
I take Papa’s words to heart. Yet, when Rolf of the exquisite blue eyes and bright smile tells me I will be safe in this dilapidated cabin that looks as if the only occupants might be mice, I trust him. Heart and soul.
The sound of footsteps crunching through underbrush wakens me. When men burst through the door, rifles raised, I inwardly sigh.
“There’s no one here,” one soldier says gruffly.
“I tell you I left the resistance girl here.”
From my perch high in the pine, I think: so much for nice smiles.