Shaking his head, Sam couldn’t believe what he’d bought at auction.
Frost was on the ground; more to come tomorrow. No outdoor work ’til Spring.
How’s he going to flip the Strokov House with it’s blackened reputation? What was he thinking?
Mrs. Strokov had rented the house with her small salary from the fabric shop. Mr. Strokov would soon follow from Russia.
That morning, she argued fiercely with her daughter.
“You will testify against that teacher who shamed and violated you”.
“No Mama”, Marta wailed. “I beg you”.
“We have pride”.
That night, from the rafters, she hung her anguish.
Genre – Fiction
Word Count – 100
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