Promise
A promise is a promise. Some might get broken, but this one never will. I know that if I fight, it would put us both in more danger. I don't want that. I won't fight. Keep safe. Talk soon. Bye.
"They are going to start drafting soon," My mother told me, horrified.
"It's your choice to either hide or get drafted now," My father told me.
"I promised her I wouldn't fight," I said. "They already made her hide when they joined the war. I'm not going to make her worry about me by telling her I'm fighting."
"That means we have to hide you too, you know that, right?" My mother asked, raising her eyebrows.
"No. I'm going somewhere else. I'm not putting you guys in danger."
"Why don't you go hide with her?" My father asked.
"I don't know where she's hiding and asking her over the radio will put us both in danger. I'll find a place. Just let me go," I said.
My mother and father looked at each other then back at me.
My father nodded. "OK."
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Morse Code
Short StoryShort story set during WWII about a risky couple. The girl, a Jew, has to go into hiding to avoid getting captured. The boy has to go into hiding to avoid getting drafted into the war. Their only way of communication is a morse code machine.
