Bruno And Shmuel: A Short Story

The air quickly began to constrict around Bruno and Shmuel’s lungs. The world started to disappear before his eyes as he started to hyperventilate. He heard people passing out next to him, each gasping for air. All Bruno could do was stand there and watch all of this madness unfold. Finally, he stopped breathing for a minute, which stopped his frantic thoughts entirely. Suddenly, a door to the side bursted open with a man in striped pajamas holding it open in triumph. People from all sides of him rushed out breathing air. Bruno would have rushed out too, but he refused to leave without Shmuel. Bruno pulled Shmuel and tried to get him to move, but he didn’t budge. What was Shmuel thinking? Was he playing some kind of joke? Did he think this was a game? …show more content…
Come on!” Bruno’s cry was dissolved into the sea of noises suddenly consuming the room. Shmuel still didn’t move. Now, Bruno saw that he had his eyes closed. He tried to calm himself down. Shmuel was sleeping at a time like this. Yeah, that was it, he was sleeping. Bruno was really going to let him have it when everything was sorted out. Bruno tugged at the nearest soldier who threw him across the room with a single kick as if he were dirt on the bottom of his shoe.
After Bruno recovered from being flung across the room, he noticed a familiar face entering the room. “Lieutenant Kotler!” Bruno screamed, happy to see him at just the perfect time. Lieutenant Kotler looked at him in disbelief as if he was hallucinating, trying to get Bruno’s image with the other Jews out of his head. “Please help me carry Shmuel out to his house,” Bruno said. Lieutenant Kotler laughed out loud in some more disbelief. He looked at Bruno with a crazed gaze still unable to believe his