This is my first draft of a 100% dialoage story.
“Mommy, what does that say?”
“What does what say, sweetie?”
“That. The big sign up there.”
“You know mommy can’t read German, sweetie. Hold on. Sir? What does that sign up there say? My daughter
wants to know.”
“That one?”
“Yes, please.”
“It says ‘Work makes you free’. Huh, that’d be nice. I’ll take any way to get out of this place. Don’t tell your kid this, lady, but between you and me, this place smells like death.”
“What’d the man say?”
“Nothing, sweetie. He said that he can smell something cooking.”
“Good. I’m hungry.”
“I’m sure we’ll eat soon. Now, didn’t you want to know what that sign said?”
“What sign?”
“Silly, the one on the arch, remember?”
“Oh! What does it say, mommy?”
“It says ‘Work makes you free”. Are you ready to work, sweetie?”
“No. Daddy said I was a princess, and princesses never have to work.”
“Well, maybe, but—”
“Where’s daddy?”
“He had to go the right with all the other men. But mommy’s still here with you, sweetie, so don’t worry. And the man at the table back there said that we can still see daddy when we’re working.”
“But mommy, I don’t wanna work!”
“Yentl, be quiet! Please, you need to be good, ok? A good princess.”
“I’m a good princess! Daddy said so and mommy did, too!”
“Shush, princess.”
“I can shush, mommy.”
“Good.”
*** *** ***
“Mommy, why is the line taking so long?”
“There’s a lot of people here, sweetie.”
“Ok, but I’m hungry.”
“I know, sweetie, but first we have to go through the showers up there, see? After that we get new clothes.”
“Are they nice clothes?”
“I don’t know.”
“Hey! Hey, here’s a pretty one right here, sir!”
“Good catch, Ewald. And just about to be chambered, too. My! You’ve got a good eye, son. Bring her here.”
“Come here, pig!”
“Excuse me, mister, I am no pig and I am not going with you. I am going to take my shower and see my husband.”
“Mommy, who’s that?”
“Not now, sweetie.”
“Ewald, what’s the holdup? I told you to bring that bitch here, so get her here!”
“She says she ain’t coming with us, sir!”
“Damn what she says, get her over here!”
“I won’t ask nice again, you, now come here!”
“No! My daughter—”
“Bring her, too. I hear Jürgen likes the little ones—”
“How dare you—”
“Ewald, if you don’t want to be whipped, bring that Jew over here! Never mind the girl, just get her!”
“Agh, stop squirming, you swine!”
“Stop hurting my mommy!”
“You want some, you little brat? Here!”
“Mommy, I—ow! Stop it—ow, mommy!”
“No! Stop it, please! Stop hitting her! Alright, I’ll go with you just leave my baby alone!”
“Ewald!”
“Coming, sir!”
“Mommy, where’re you going? Come back!”
“No, Orna! Go to the showers! Go see daddy!”
“But mommy, I’m scared, where’s—”
“Shut up, you little bitch. C’mere, you. This way.”
“Mommy, am I still a princess?”
“I said shut it! Now let’s get going, Jew pig, you’ve got work to do.”
“Yes, sweetie, you’re still a princess and I still—”
“Enough! Both of you Jews! You’re both going to the same place, so silence!”
“We’re going to the same—?”
“Ewald!”
“I got her, sir!”
