How ironic that he should use this car in order to blend in to the street life of Haifa.

When Elias had been a boy the sight of a Volkswagen would have turned heads. Not anymore.

The man crossed the street in front of the car. Elias glanced at the photograph to be sure. It was him. Thirty years older but there was no doubt.

Elias gunned the engine. The man turned. Realisation spread over his face. His past had finally caught up with him.

How apt that he should be killed by a German car, Elias thought as he floored the accelerator.


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Copyright Kent Bonham

Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).

To read stories of 100 words based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.

88 thoughts on “THE COLLABORATOR

    1. Thanks. Volkswagen produced military vehicles during the war for Germany too and their logo in the 1930s was the VW symbol surrounded by a swastika. Mercedes-Benz and a few others were also tainted by this. As far as I can tell (from very brief research) Israel initially did little trade, including cars, with Germany post-war, but by the 1970s this seemed to have thawed.

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  1. Good story! I just finished reading a true story about a Jewish family torn apart by the Nazi’s (We Were the Lucky Ones) and I could easily see one of the main characters doing something like this.

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  2. A German(cough.. Nazi) killed by Made in Germany (cough.. Volkswagen) which ironically was the German(cough.. Nazi) pride.. Hmm.. Justice is served..

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  3. Be sure your sins will find you out … His past has caught up with him. I wonder if it’s a shock for people who are caught after so long, or a kind of relief? Great tale, Iain

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  4. Wooooahhh!! And I was hoping the story was headed for a happy end😊 Great style of storytelling Iain.
    More power to your pen!

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  5. Great story Iain, I originally thought of something similar. When I was a boy there was a man in our street, emaciated from his time in a Japanese POW camp. I never forget one of the other neighbours proudly showing off his new Datsun to him and wondering why the man wasn’t impressed.

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