We Were the Lucky Ones

by Georgia Hunter

he sees with alarming clarity the warnings he’d chosen to ignore.

glancing at her with a look of disapproval—as if her decision to mix with the Poles has somehow diminished her faith as a Jew. She refuses to be bothered by these encounters.

as if Jude were some kind of curse rather than part of a person’s identity. Part of her identity.

Though they wouldn’t do them any good in the new flat, these were the things that mattered, Nechuma realized as she turned them over in her hands. These were the things that defined them.

Halina’s heart emanates longing for her father, for his smile that she will miss the moment she walks out the door.