They dragged the young family from his cellar and shot them, saving him for last. There would be no bullet for him. As they tightened the rope about his neck, he felt no fear, only sadness and confusion.
Could they truly intend to destroy entire races, religions, ethnicities for no crime greater than that of being who they had been born?
He stood as straight and dignified as his years allowed. Removing his glasses, he saw the world around him grow blurry and lose all focus. It seemed a fitting metaphor for the reality of what his homeland was becoming.