nice man – Darkness

Summer Job

I used to think Mr. Crawford was just a nice man. He always hugged me and gave me presents when I saw him. When summer came, I leaped at the chance to work at his junk shop. Yes, a real junk shop, piled to the ceiling with dusty relics and furniture. All I had to… Continue reading Summer Job

Holocaust

“Where are we going Mummy?” “With these people, darling…” “Why are we wearing stars Mummy?” “Because it’s our religion, darling…”