7. Heaven

"Ilse! Stop!"

Ilse froze and spun around. Through her tears, she saw Martha looking concerned and slightly out of breath.

"What are you doing here so late at night?" Ilse asked.

"I was about to ask you the same thing."

Martha could see something terrible had happened to Ilse quite recently. The bohemian girl's hair was a mess, she was wearing only an oversized men's dress shirt, her lipstick smudged. Martha was curious about what was going on, but she knew that if she wanted Ilse to tell her anything at all, she couldn't ask too many questions.

"Ilse... I saw Moritz running here. I followed... do you know where he is?"

Before Ilse could point behind her and begin running again, both girls heard something. It seemed to have come from behind them, a sort of cannon fire, perhaps. Suddenly Ilse knew what that sound was.

Ilse choked down her tears and responded slowly, "...Heaven."


It's short, I'm sorry. But, the next one is much longer.