Surrender at the Fortress of MasadaA Story by BeccaJewish history tells of a battle for freedom against the Rome. The Romans eventually cornered the Jewish people in a fortress called Masada. When the Romans finally broke though to the fortress, they found that almost everyone was dead. A few lived on. ThFor the first time in my life, I hated him.
He had taken me out for a walk, and spoken of happy things. We had talked together, and laughed about memories we had of our home, in Jerusalem. I told him I wanted to go back, with my friend, Rifka.
He had looked away. "Perhaps, my child."
I asked him what was wrong, but he did not answer. He would not respond. I tried to talk to him, but he seemed distant, as if far away in his thoughts. It made me wonder what was wrong. Stubbornly, I asked again what was wrong.
He did not answer.
Angrily this time, I demanded to know.
"We won't be going back with Rifka, my child," he answered softly. "Rifka will remain here." "Why?"
A scream of terror split the calm night. Suddenly many voices joined it, moaning and crying out in pain. I heard Rifka crying.
Then all was quiet.
I ran. I ran back to the building we shared with the other families to keep warm and have a community. I ran back to my family and to my friends.
He called after me, but I didn't hear him.
When I reached the building, I flung open the door.
Blood lay everywhere. Bodies sprawled on the floor, their eyes open and blank. I tried not to scream, but it was too much. Everyone was dead.
I saw Rifka, her puny body twisted and her face contorted with pain. Her eyes were shut, like she was praying to God, but I knew she had not been.
She had been afraid, like I was now. She'd tried to shut it out, but it came anyway.
Now she was gone. Forever.
A shadow fell across the threshold as I held Rifka, sobbing over her death. I looked up to see him watching me silently.
He had not saved Rifka like he saved me. And I hated him.
© 2008 BeccaAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on October 23, 2008 AuthorBeccaAboutI've been writing my entire life, it seems... I cannot remember when I began, nor can I figure out when it will end. Hopefully, it never will. more..Writing
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