(This was a monthly assignment where the members were asked to write a short piece using the word "Christmas")
When the train moved they gave a sigh of relief. No more guards, no more rifle buts, no more screaming. They were leaving the hell of the ghetto to a new life in the resettlements. Keep the faith. Their history taught them that if they were patient it would be alright. Do not resist. Christmas and its vision of renewal held no promise for the true believers. When at last the doors swung open and they saw the smoke from the chimneys, they smiled. “At least we will be warm this winter”.
Ian Jones ©,
Writers’ Group, Clifton