"A Night Divided" By Jennifer A. Nielsen storyboard by Ajla Covic
On the way home from school, Gerta and Anne had gotten into a bad argument over the recent death of Anne's brother, Peter.
"No matter what, I would always help you" I said. "The state cant take our friendship away."
"Yes, they can. To stay out of prision, we must prove our loyalty, and your family is... well, your father anyways... Gerta, we cant be friends anymore."
And Anne ran off down the street, on a road that led the long way to her home. Thats how eager she was to get away from me.
I felt like a disease. Just as my father had infected me, I could now infect others. But with what? Courage to speak out? To act? To think and question and believe what I wanted to believe? Somehow I lived in a world where these were bad things.
A little way further down the road, I happened to look up to the platform in the west. And although he had not been there that morning, my father was there now. He stood up straight as if he had been waiting for a while, knowing I would eventually pass by. When he saw he had my attention, he started into his dance again and then went back to the motions of shoveling.