PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
Karl and Emma held hands as they walked toward their secret meeting place in back of an abandoned house. The two teenagers lived in a terrible place and time, but love always emerges strongest in youth.
“What are you doing?” Emma giggled as Karl stopped suddenly. He let go of her hand and cupped the red blossom peeking through the gray boards.
“It reminds me of how much I love our country,” he answered.
“Love our country?” An indignant Emma took a step back. “With that maniac in charge, that dictator?”
“I said I loved Germany, not Hitler,” he replied.
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