After A War

After a War. 1945 peace broke out, jubilant people danced in streets; but there had to be revenge, women who had slept with the enemy, the easy targets, were rounded up, dragged to the police yard. Heads were shorn, bald women what a strange sight… tears and laughter. I knew one of them she lived in a basement flat near us, she used to give me soft slices of bread with strawberry jam. I was told to not speak to her, this fallen hussy; and that was ok, she was now poor as us had nothing to give, but her shame and endless tears.