A CHILD WEEPS FOR MOSCOW
A Child Weeps for Moscow
Copyright 2013 - Lawrence Dagstine
Cover Art Copyright 2012 - Bob Veon
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This story is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this story are either fictitious or used fictitiously. Any similarities to real people, either living or dead, are purely coincidental. No part of this story may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means, electronic, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without permission from the author.
People had been disappearing. Everyone knew that. And yet, when Abe came down to breakfast and found that his whole family had been taken away—his mother, his father, his young sister, Natalya, and his grandmother, Bethda—he couldn’t quite believe it. He hadn’t heard a thing because of his crazy room, just a little cell on the second floor that had been used for storage, small, stuffy, with only a tiny window near the ceiling giving dim light. He disliked it heartily, because he had to go through his parents’ room and then push through all the stored things—old clothes, quilts, boxes—to get to his bed. He had been secretly angry when they made him move from the room he and Natalya shared, with its window over the garden, so that Natalya could have it all to herself. But he was accustomed to obeying without protest. He had long understood that the rights of children were limited to the wishes of parents.