Monthly Archives: September 2015


A sign reads “Willkommen in Deutschland.”

The woman’s pale face shines a brilliant smile, her head disorientingly uncovered. I understand nothing she says. I am spellbound by her light voice spilling hard sounds like a fountain crashing across stone. Nodding, she hands me a small bundle. My hand clutches my ragdoll tighter, while the other pulls on father’s pants. Continue reading Refugee