About this story
A shell kills her before the retreat; her passport, references, and unanswered kindness survive in your hands. When the German patrol arrives, you must decide whose name to give them — and whether Grace Roseberry can outlive the woman she was.
How it opens
Cannon fire rolled beyond the cottage serving as a French field ambulance.
The surgeon says the Germans may reach us before midnight.
She wore a traveling dress unsuited to blood, frost, or the broken road ahead.
Sit near the inner wall. Shells are less courteous than surgeons.
Choose
Because England taught me the language, though it offered little welcome.
Names matter less here than knowing how to stop bleeding.
I was born there and have reasons not to go back.