the truck. He snatched the case from her and threw it to the back of the vehicle.  Then he hauled her up into the truck. He really held her arm quite tight.

Thank you. I’ll have a very nice bruise there, she thought.   

“Hurry up and sit down,” called the soldier. “We want to get this transport moving.”

Clara looked into his eyes. He’s so young, she thought. He can’t be more than about seventeen. What are they teaching them these days?

The young man seemed to read her thoughts. He blushed deep red and looked away. “Ready!” he called as he fastened the back doors. Suddenly all the bright sunshine was gone.

The truck-driver revved the engine and slowly they pulled away.

Clara’s eyes gradually got...

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