Thick mist enshrouded her as she moved stealthily through the tall marsh grasses, listening intently for the sound of oars stroking the black waters which surrounded her island. Nothing. A blackbird cawed to greet morning. First sign of spring.
A flood of memories almost overwhelmed her. No time for tears. One foot in front of the other. How she must go. Only forward. There was no going back. Not for her.
Her heart leapt. A silky pfshsh. Perhaps it was just the blackbirds rustling the grasses. Listen, she commanded herself. You must stay alert. Lives depend upon that. No, that was distinct though soft, almost inaudible. Most would hear nothing except a wave gently caressing the shore. Now she was sure. Yes! It was them. They had made it across the German Ocean.
Softly now. Soon enough they will know you too have made it to the meeting place. Soon enough your journey will begin.
