‘Bless those who curse you,’ he says, laying a gnarly hand on my arm before he hobbles back to the car.
By my feet are soft toys – teddy bears bleached by the sun, rabbits whose fur has turned straggly in the rain. There are dozens of them in front of the plaque, poking from the greenery below the statues.
I find it hard to look at the bronze faces of the children. How the real boys and girls would have loved those toys, loved to have the chance to play.
A blessing is the last thing on my lips.
Written for Nortina’s Moral Mondays. Take the moral – this week it’s Bless those who curse you – and write a tale in 100 words or fewer.
When I saw today’s moral, I had just read a piece about the town of Lidice in the former Czechoslovakia that was razed to the ground by the Nazis in retaliation for the assassination of Reinhard Heydrich, the author of the Final Solution – the plan to exterminate the Jews.