The Last Butterfly
Mélanie rushes out of the house to the hills around her house. The scenic beauty of Illiat was breathtaking. The little girl had to never go to her school again,as the French were forbidden to be taught. She didn't know why she could never learn again. Her innocent psyche didn't question her teachers as well.
The year was 1939. The Germans were taking over France, little by little. French was banned in the German occupied areas. Jews living here were tortured. Yet the little girl ran out to play, unaware of her surroundings.
Mélanie LaPedite was the only daughter her father and mother had. The six year old girl was very fond of the yellow flowers that bloomed like hope, around her house.
Colonel Ulrich Wolfgang, the Nazi soldier, better known as ' The Jew Hunter' was approaching Illiat with his troops. He had learnt that a Jewish family, LaPedite, were there. The engine of their truck was roaring as they reached Illiat.
Mélanie was having a little tea party in her own garden. she had Mr. Teddy and Mrs. Bunny over for tea.
Col. Wolfgang asked his subordinate to stop the truck before reaching the porch of the house. He exists the metal shell with a sheet of paper with three names on it. the last name was Mélanie LaPedite. The soldier next to him handed out his weapon which he refused to accept. He walked to the house with his soldiers right behind him and knocked on the door.
The little girl spotted something on the flower, whilst serving tea for Mrs. Bunny. It was a butterfly. A little white butterfly. which grabbed her attention. She was fascinated by it.
The little butterfly flew towards her and sat on her frock. She reached out to catch the butterfly. Her hands almost touch the wings, when suddenly she felt another hand on her shoulder. It was Col. Wolfgang.
With a smile he said," Come, child."
Mélanie noticed that her mother and father were held at gunpoint by two soldiers. Her mother had tears and father has fear in their eyes.
She turns and looks at the butterfly, which still was on her dress, and then says to Col. Wolfgang," This is my last butterfly."
The year was 1939. The Germans were taking over France, little by little. French was banned in the German occupied areas. Jews living here were tortured. Yet the little girl ran out to play, unaware of her surroundings.
Mélanie LaPedite was the only daughter her father and mother had. The six year old girl was very fond of the yellow flowers that bloomed like hope, around her house.
Colonel Ulrich Wolfgang, the Nazi soldier, better known as ' The Jew Hunter' was approaching Illiat with his troops. He had learnt that a Jewish family, LaPedite, were there. The engine of their truck was roaring as they reached Illiat.
Mélanie was having a little tea party in her own garden. she had Mr. Teddy and Mrs. Bunny over for tea.
Col. Wolfgang asked his subordinate to stop the truck before reaching the porch of the house. He exists the metal shell with a sheet of paper with three names on it. the last name was Mélanie LaPedite. The soldier next to him handed out his weapon which he refused to accept. He walked to the house with his soldiers right behind him and knocked on the door.
The little girl spotted something on the flower, whilst serving tea for Mrs. Bunny. It was a butterfly. A little white butterfly. which grabbed her attention. She was fascinated by it.
The little butterfly flew towards her and sat on her frock. She reached out to catch the butterfly. Her hands almost touch the wings, when suddenly she felt another hand on her shoulder. It was Col. Wolfgang.
With a smile he said," Come, child."
Mélanie noticed that her mother and father were held at gunpoint by two soldiers. Her mother had tears and father has fear in their eyes.
She turns and looks at the butterfly, which still was on her dress, and then says to Col. Wolfgang," This is my last butterfly."
This is my favorate. <3
ReplyDeleteThis is my favorate. <3
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ReplyDeleteIt reminded me of the opening scene from inglorious bastards.
ReplyDelete@Amal it was inspired from Ingourious Basterds and the Poetry of Holocaust.
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