Word count: 100
Ray waited for his mother as always on the lowest step. He was learning about the holocaust in school, and for the first time in a year he noticed that the patterns on the entrance gate resembled the Jewish star. He sighed, and poked at the hole in his shoe.
Mr. Robino whisked in through the outside door but stopped short. With a mixture of compassion and irritation, he offered his loaf of bread. The smell stirred hunger in Ray’s belly but his mother’s words came to mind:
“We may be poor now; Raymond, but we do not accept charity.”