Brotherly Love
I wake up to the ringing of my alarm clock. I groggily slam my palm down on it, silencing the ringing. Outside, a truck rolls by blasting a recording of the Duce’s most recent speech on large custom built speakers. I reluctantly pull off my sheets and sit up in bed. I take in a deep breath, hold it, then let it out, trying to gather myself. I put on my slippers by the side of my bed and walked over to my bedroom window, swinging it open nice and wide. I take in a deep breath of the fresh morning air as the whole street slowly stirs to life.I check the calendar on my bedroom door. September 7th, 1936, one day after my 24th birthday. The party last night had been quite the affair, …