Silent Night - A short story by Tom Palmer
Silent Night by Tom Palmer It was the coldest winter in living memory. So cold, in fact, that when I noticed two people breaking into a building that night, I thought my chattering teeth might give me away as I watched. I bit hard into my greatcoat collar to keep myself silent and hid behind some low bushes. The pair – a girl and a man – did not see me, so I decided to wait to work out exactly what they were doing before I took action. I touched the pistol that was strapped to my hip to check it was there. Who were they? What were they doing here? You might ask the same question of me. I was a soldier back then in ‘44. In the German army. On patrol in the old part of a Dutch village and looking out for suspicious behaviour. It seemed I had found some. Everything around me was ice. Hard, bright, cold ice covering the ground. And although the world was at war, the scene appeared almost as if it was happening on top