Gloves of Red Silk: A short story of a young girl's first war

"e;Do you see him?"e;When war came, twelve-year-old Ruth Imker knew better than anyone that nowhere was safe: not Oud Beijerland, not Heleen's house - not anywhere. She knew the Germans would keep coming. She knew they would never stop. The Germans had followed Ruth all the way from Vienna to Rotterdam - and they were still following.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------"e;Like gloves of red silk"e; is a short story of a young girl's second day at war. It is a story of the last shades of hope. Hope not yet dashed.