This idea came into my head last night and I hope you all like it. Since, I haven't seen any so far, I'm gonna assume that this story is the first time traveling story, but it's really not. She falls asleep and wakes up in Nazi occupied France. It's more like a dream thing. Don't worry, it'll be explained. I can't decided, Hugo or Donny. Since, there isn't a lot of Hugo Stiglitz stories, he's gonna be the "interest." And, man, he is fine. Ha! Enjoy! OH! I hope you get my hint that I reveal in the prologue.
The problems of this world cannot possibly be solved by skeptics or cynics whose horizons are limited by the obvious realities. We need men who can dream of things that never were. – John F. Kennedy
I remember when I was a young girl; maybe five years old, my great grandfather sat me on his lap and explained to me that the world is a cruel and bitter place to live in. Being five, I didn't comprehend what he was saying, but I just looked up at him with big, solemn, blue eyes, like I knew exactly what he was saying. Maybe on some level I always knew what he meant, but that memory was pushed to the back of my mind. Some years later, my great grandfather died quietly in his bed, it seemed unreal. For some reason, I always saw him dying like the fighter he used to be, not peacefully in bed. I was going to miss his voice, that god-awful Tennessee accent, those same eyes that I inherited, and the scar wrapped around his neck. I could sit in his lap for hours, just running my fingers over the raised skin, fascinated and in awe. I never knew what happened to him.
"Jennifer, are you listening to me?!" The exasperated tone of my mother dragged me from my little daydream. Sitting up from my slumped position, I flashed a sheepish smile that had my dimples fluttering.
"Sorry, mama, I was just thinking of Papa." I explained, shoving back my bangs from my blue eyes.
Mama's face softened from her scowl, as she sat down at the kitchen bar with me. "I know, baby, you were his little angel. Your father was always amazed about how taken he was with you, as your father recalls, he wasn't very affectionate when he was a kid. He loved him, of course, but you were different."
I smiled. "Maybe, he recognized something in me. Remember how he would be like, "Jennay, I pride myself 'n havin' an eye fer seein' certain things.""
Mama laughed. "That old man could see things, alright."
Smiling, I stood up and kissed her cheek. "Night, mama."
"G'night, baby girl. Oh! Don't forget you have to go pick up Katie from the airport tomorrow afternoon." Mama hollered after me. I rolled my eyes at the mention of my older sister's name.
I could feel my body begin to wake itself up, as I shivered from the cold. Blindly, I reached for my fallen covers, but all I felt was something prickly. Mumbling, I slowly sat up and opened my sleepy eyes, but what I saw was most definitely not my bedroom! Darting my eyes around the forest, I gasped incoherently, as I struggled to comprehend what was going on. I looked down at my body to see that I was still wearing my baggy, red sweatshirt and plaid pajama pants, thankful, that I wasn't naked. Pulling myself off of the ground, I looked for any signs of civilization, but there appeared to be none. Suddenly, I picked up the sound of a moving vehicle in the distant.
Don't worry, the others will be longer. This was just the prologue. Next one will have Stiglitz and the other Basterds. Oh, and do you know who her great grandfather is? :DDDDD Haha.