Childhood memory

Death was around every corner. If we were spotted, we would be captured and killed. We had to rely on the stealth tactics we learned during our training. This was Nazi territory and if we wanted to complete our mission, then we needed to make it through undetected. Infiltrating Nazi headquarters disguised as an ordinary suburban house would not be easy. We passed through the living room unnoticed. The tan leather sofas and multicolored brick fireplace seemed cozy in a familiar way. I noticed the air smelled delicious. Like simmering onions and grilled meat. My stomach growled. “Quick, get down!” my sister Taylor yelled at a whisper. “Nazi. Dead ahead.” We ducked behind a cream tiled counter. This wasn’t our first encounter with a Nazi. I peeked over the counter. She was a fair skinned, fair haired lady. She stood at about 5’9”. Her back was turned to us and she was cooking something on a black stove. “Get down! Don’t let her see you!” Taylor murmured. “Dining room.” I muttered with a directional hand motion. We crawled the distance of the counter into the yellow wallpapered dining room. We stood up and hugged the wall. The Nazi woman was in the next room. We needed a plan and we needed one fast.
“We could shoot her.” Taylor suggested.
“No. The gunshots would alert the others. We have to be invisible remember?” I replied. “You’re right. Well…what are we gonna do?”
The back door of the house creaked open. Heavy boots echoed onto the hard wood floor of the living room. Taylor and I looked at each other and watched as fear entered into our eyes.
“Under there! Go, go, go!” I urgently whispered.
We dove under the oak dining room table and moved the matching chairs in front of us like a shield. The boot steps got closer. It was him. The Nazi leader. His stature was impressive, a towering 6’3”. He was athletically built, clean shaven, and bald on top. The remaining hair was light brown and semi circled around his head like the Caesar wreaths. He had steely blue eyes complete with crow’s feet in the corners. As he entered the room we held our breaths. My heart beat seemed like a drum in my head. I thought it was so loud that everyone could surely hear it. He walked up to the table and paused. Our eyes could only see up to his knees, so we had no idea where he was looking. Seconds seemed like minutes. Minutes like hours. He turned and went into the kitchen. We breathed a sigh of relief. I gave my sister the ‘that was close’ look and she nodded in agreement. We still needed a plan.
“What about our whips? We could tie them up and gag them; no noise, no mess.” Taylor said.
“Perfect. Let’s go.”
We crept out from under the table. Preparing ourselves for the struggle which was about to take place.”
“Girls! Dinner’s ready!” the Nazi leader bellowed.
“Aw, man!” I groaned.
“Till next time, Indiana?” Taylor asked.
“Yeah, till next time, Indiana.” I replied.