Daubed Doors and Coated Candies

The Schmidt family shivered at the terrifying orders, shouting and screaming echoing up and down Oranienburger Strasse. Once or twice a pistol went off. The Jewish quarter was alive with fear, the Star of David daubed on doors, the painted swastikas, street by street, every night for days, getting closer and closer. Now it was their turn, the rap on the door speaking volumes of doom.


"We have been expecting you," Schmidt said resignedly to the solitary tall, thin blond man in the black leather coat of an officer of the Waffen SS. The visitor nodded back in response before speaking.


"Trick or treat?" the officer cackled.




"It's a pagan-Christian thing, being All Saints Day tomorrow, so the demons apparently rule unchecked tonight. So, 'trick or treat', give me some sweet offerings or else suffer the consequences. I'll give you a clue, you will not much like the forfeit."


"Er, I have a bag of candies somewhere, on the mantelpiece, I think."


"Good. Are you going to invite me into your house, Herr Abraham Schmidt?"


"Er, do I have any choice?"


"None wha...

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Tony Spencer
May 1 2020

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Really interesting story.

Rod Webb
May 3 2020