Brighter than the Sun

a novel by Rolf A. F. Witzsche

     In time my tears came. Those were bitter tears. Everything I had held dear had been turned to ashes. And with the tears came, strangely, a feeling that it was somehow possible to go on.

     Jennie and I went back upstairs in our sorrow and sat facing each other in the plush first class cocktail lounge, trying to come to terms with the unimaginable. We didn't speak anymore. The silence was interrupted only when Ken called me back to the flight deck. He also called Harry. I saw Harry respond. I watched him stand up. He went into the cockpit without saying a word, barely taking note of us. Reluctantly I followed. I motioned Jennie to come with me. She nodded and wiped the tears from her face.

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