Five Sentence Fiction – Perseverance
It was just after sunrise when they kicked in our doors and hauled us out of our houses at gunpoint.
None of us ever saw our families again.
I survived because I could work, survived despite the efforts of one guard who made breaking me his life’s mission.
I was still working when the Americans came to set us free and after the war I continued to work for twenty years, just to preserve what was left of my sanity.
My old friend the guard thought he was safe in South America but I found him, found him and allowed him to see me, whole and unbroken, before I turned my back and walked away.