Kaffee und Kuchen… and Napalm

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39 thoughts on “Kaffee und Kuchen… and Napalm”

  1. As creepy as it is to have Hitler walk in on you mid ablution (ew), I’m really curious about how the woman managed to survive all that she did.

  2. Thinking they most likely didn’t serve kaffe and kuchen at the “showers” at Auschwitz-Birkenau or Treblinka.

  3. Ohhhh, yes political, I am so thrilled I did not scroll and see the pic before I raced with you and discovered the bathtub, scrubbed, and turned to see the devils protege… Fabulous, raised the heart rate, better than exercise 🙂

    • It’s one of the reasons why I like to place images at the end of the story. I like for the tale to its thing… before the image tells its own version of the events. Yay! for heart-pumping reading. 😉

  4. This was awesome flash fiction!!! I like to dabble occasionally and you had me up until the end! Hitler eating chocolate cake! Well done you got me! TY for visiting my take! <3

    • A long time ago, I read a biography of Hitler that made a huge deal about his “sweet tooth”. I’ve always shook my head at the idea. I mean, I know monsters have to eat, too; but chocolate? The heavens should have not allowed the bastard the satisfaction.

  5. Stabbed to death by the jagged corner of his own picture frame , the chocolate cake slowly turned to yellow as she gnawed post – mortem, and entire universes imploded silently into flame

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