In the cable car, he is shunted to the front, near the window. His father is behind him. Uniforms convene down below—German orders, one points down the track. A whistle is blown.
An opening! Up above, there is an aperture big enough for a small boy to worm through. His father’s hands grab his waist and prop him up. Squeezing through the opening, they force his legs out. He tumbles a foot beneath him onto the barren platform now void of uniforms.
Another hard whistle. The smell of smoke. His father’s face appears at the window.
“Be a human.”
Samantha Melamed lives and writes in New Jersey. She can be found here, on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/reading_in_cool_places/.
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