"My wife, daughter, and I stood, backs to the wall, trembling. Then the defendant yanked me forward, thrust a revolver in my hand..." Mr. Rosen shivers, shifts in his chair. "I heard Sophia say 'Papa...'" Rosen closes his eyes, handkerchief pressed to his mouth.
"Do you need a moment, sir?"
Rosen nods. In the gallery, someone coughs.
After a deep sigh, Rosen opens his eyes, resumes speaking.
Reblogged from the brilliant Scripta Obscura. who never fails to amaze me with her unflinching confrontation of the darker sides of life.
She is good. Rather, incredible.
Yes. I think she’s also quite young, which makes her historical approach that much more impressive.
Made me shudder
You have an amazing way with words. I have re-read this four times. It leaves me breathless with the awfulness of the situation. Astonishing what you have conveyed in so few words.
Oh my! I wish those were my words! This is reblogged from Scripta Obscura. I had the exact same reaction which is why I was moved to reblog, something I don’t often do! She is absolutly incredible.