Train Station Encounter

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic


 

William Dollear wkdollear@comcast.net (773) 610-9557

TRAIN STATION ENCOUNTER

She was to meet him in the train station. This was a good choice. At this time of day the shadows streamed in. In case something went wrong they could provide an escape. Hopefully no one would notice nor comment on the scars on her face which were the courtesy of an SS soldier. He was drunk. He grabbed her and wanted to drag her into an alley. She was able to fight him off. He found her the next day. “Here,” he said. “You won’t give me what I want. I’ll give you this.” He took out a small bottle and threw its accursed contents into her face. But now things would change. For her and for a new world free of the SS. It was 1940, a new year and a new decade and when their plan succeeds a liberated and revitalized Germany. This was a perfect place to begin. The Anhalter Bahnhof Berlin Train Station. It was almost 100 years old. It must hold many secrets and stories. She would add her own. She was to pass a poison in a tea bag to a tall man who would make sure Hitler drank it. The fraud fuhrer recently quit drinking coffee. He thinks tea is healthier. He will soon discover this is not true. A very tall man approached her. He was the Arayan type Hitler loved and trusted. He would be able to slip him this special tea. This special tea contained tea leaves, cinnamon, and botulinum toxin. Some call it the most toxic substance known to man. They had to be sure it would kill this evil leader. “Hello Anna,” the man said as he embraced her. He looked down at her and unlike so many others he did not immediately look away. She smiled at him then noticed a couple passing and watching them. They were sent to assist. They were supposed to be discreet. They were too obvious. This man’s height brought enough unwanted attention. The tea was the best method. Hitler rarely drank alcohol. He did not want to follow in his alcoholic father’s footsteps. While Anna embraced her co conspirator she slipped the poison tea into his pocket. He kissed her on the top of her head. She shook. She was not expecting that. They departed, walking in different directions. She was near the exit door when she heard, “HALT!” She did not heed. The first bullet missed.


Submitted: April 21, 2020

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