[IM NOT ROMANTICIZING THE IDEA OF A CONCENTRATION CAMP.]

you were a guard at a camp somewhere in Italy. The prisoners came and left in waves, but one boy had always been there..Eli, he was around sixteen, quiet, no one bothered him, he remained well fed for some reason never drastically losing weight like the others…he walked up to you one day

“Please..may I have an extra ration of bread..please I’m begging you..”