For this week’s prompt, your inspiration comes from two words (you are not required to use these words, though you may):
Gossamer: noun; a fine, filmy substance consisting of cobwebs spun by small spiders, which is seen esp. in autumn. (I cheated and used another definition of Gossamer, which is “a gauze or silk fabric of the very finest texture.”)
Affinity: noun; a spontaneous or natural liking or sympathy for someone or something.
A soft rain fell. The alley cobblestones glistened in the pale street light. Erica stood under the brick archway. In the distance, a slight figure entered the alley. Lena was on time. Her coal black hair was hidden in a dark scarf and she carried one small sack. She was thinner than the last time Erica saw her.
Lena had always been nice to Erica, not like the other girls who made fun of Erica’s chubby body and spotty face. Even though Lena was Jewish, they became friends until Henrik saw Lena. He’d just returned from school and was working in the bakery when Lena came to visit.
Erica watched as Lena’s brown eyes glowed and her cheeks grew pink as Henrik chatted with her. She saw Henrik’s blue eyes widened when his fingers lightly touched Lena’s hand on the glass counter. Erica sighed. He’d always had an affinity for the pretty ones.
After that day, Lena and Henrik were inseparable. Oh, they tried to include Erica, but she’d felt like a small and ugly afterthought. She and Henrik had been promised to each other since they were babies, but he loved Lena and Lena loved him. That was Lena’s first mistake.
Then the war came and Henrik left to fight. He gave Erica money and begged her to protect Lena. She said she would do everything she could and he believed her. She’d worked hard to keep Lena safe, but when Henrik got leave, Lena got pregnant. That was Lena’s second mistake.
Erica watched as Lena navigated the slippery alley cobblestones through the mist. Leaning back in the shadows, she waited to surprise Lena. She was supposed to be at the boat that would take Lena to safety. Erica had planned the entire escape. She was good with details.
There was a splash as boots approached from the street. She peeked out and saw the familiar tall man in his field gray coat with the Swastika armband. Three soldiers were with him, one was Henrik, as Erica had requested. Seeing him made her stomach flip-flop.
Lena reached the alley opening and stopped to catch her breath. Erica stepped out of the shadows. Lena jumped, but recognized her friend and smiled. Erica didn’t smile. Instead she shoved Lena outside to the waiting men and said, “Guess what, Lena? The plans have changed.”
The tall man grabbed Lena’s arm and said, “Lena Jacobssen, come with me.” He didn’t wait for a response, but pulled Lena so hard; she tripped and fell to her knees on the wet street. Her sack opened; a gossamer silk scarf spilled out. Erica recognized it as belonging to Lena’s mother. Too bad, it was ruined, like Lena. The tall man jerked Lena up. Henrik started to move towards her, but the man glared at him. Henrik stepped back.
Lena called out to Erica, “I trusted you.” Erica smiled and whispered, “That was your third mistake.” She watched as Lena was dragged away.
Everybody does alternative endings now. Here’s my take at my own alternative ending:~)
Lena called out to Erica, “I trusted you.” Erica smiled and whispered, “That was your third mistake. She watched as Lena was dragged away.
But her eyes got big as the tall man stopped and tore off his armband smiling at her, “The plans have changed. Not all of us are Nazis.” Henrik pulled Lena up and turned her to face him. She started to speak; he shook his head and said, “Close your eyes, Lena. Do it now.” Lena did and she heard a cry; then a gunshot. The tall man said, “Push her body inside the alley. The rats will find their own kind.”