Smuggle Trouble – Chapter 13 19 December, 2011 at 12:00 pm
After a few seconds had passed Lukasz began to suspect he hadn’t died. He opened his eyes to look at the Sargent. Instead of standing, the Sargent was lying face down. That is, if it can still be called face down when there is no face, or head at all.
The only person standing in front of them was the old farmer.
“Three dead Nazis. Not a bad days work.”
Lukasz suddenly has the twins in his arms for the first time since they left the farm.
Clara was standing, arms out reached, with pistol aimed at the old farmer.
“He’s not a Nazi! He’s my husband!”
The farmer gave a confused look to Lukasz who could only glance to where Victor lay.
“He’s a good man, and he saved our lives!” continued Clara.
Her hands shook and her face was rippling with the raw emotion that can only come from seeing your husband shot in front of you.
“Clara.”
The voice was spoken with considerable effort. Clara dropped the gun and rushed over to Victor. On her knees in front of him she stroked his cheek, tears streaming down her own. Victor was still alive, but not by much.
“My sons,” Clara hadn’t noticed Lukasz draw up next to her “they’re beautiful. Take care of them all for me Lukasz, they are the only good thing I’ve ever done. My dear, I hope you can forgive me.”
“There’s nothing to forgive you for.” said Clara as she held onto him with all her might.
The not whistling pilot looked over at the old farmer.
“Nazi?” he mouthed.
The farmer just shrugged, thoroughly confused.
They left Clara to say goodbye to Victor, after the last breath left him they dragged her to the phone.
Starica was waiting by the plane as they dragged a sobbing Clara over, it was only then that Lukasz wondered why the couple were there. He vocalised his query.
“The Nazis came in just after you left and claimed my farm. I couldn’t think of anywhere else to go, so wanted to ask if you had any spaces on your plane.”
They were soon on the plane and airborne, the whistling pilot was whistling once more and Starica and Clara each with a child each. Lukasz looked at Clara and smiled. She met his eyes and managed a weak smile.
It was the first time he’d seen her smile.
