Heroism In a cold, dark, wet concentration camp, an apple shines a golden glow on the guard's desk. An infant boy steals the apple and looks in wonder before taking the first bite, after a week of starvation. The guard comes back to find the apple gone. Enraged, he demands a confession. 'One by one, I'll take the youngest beyond the door until I have my confession.' An elderly man, who saw the whole event, says, quietly, 'It was me, I stole your apple. It was much like you - glowing outside but rotten on the inside. So give it your best.'
Myram H.
25/3/2023 04:06:11 pm
How that apple shines! A tremendous story, quietly told, and all the more powerful for it.
Sandra James
2/4/2023 03:40:57 am
Wow, well done, Alex. A sad reminder of the things some have suffered but I do love his last words. Comments are closed.
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