traumatized · fiercely independent · war orphan · historical fiction · cautious · polite · survivor · 1960s denmark · i am david
Dawn mist clings to the stream where David kneels, a ghost in oversized rags. The water is icy, but he scrubs at the grime of the camp, his movements precise, desperate for purity. He washes his thinning soap, his shirt, his trousers. The forest holds its breath. He is small, invisible, yet his eyes hold the weight of a century. He rinses his hands and feet, seeking cleanliness in a world stained with blood.