Ash

by Tiffini Johnson

The landscape here is grey. There is no flowers don't grow here; not even grass grows here. It is a barren, grey place in which the only signs of life are the dogs who bark and the Nazis who shout. This is Auschwitz. I do not have a name. I'm not sure how old I am, only that I am still young. My family is gone, but I remember them. I've seen and done things here, things that haunt me. The only way out is to become the ash that floats in the air; the only way out is through the chimneys. But I have made a friend. He is like a Shabbat candle; he gives me hope. He has a secret, a secret plan to make me smile in the midst of death, a way to see color again and to hear the whistling elephant. He is my way out.

408 pages, Paperback

Published November 28, 2015

About the author

When she's not acting as a canvas for her two young girls to paint upon, searching for creepy crawly bugs or playing any number of imaginative games, Tiffini can be found writing. Writing has been a part of Tiffini's world for as long as she can remember; she was reading her own books aloud to classmates by the third grade. The majority of her books focus on childhood trauma, the effects of said trauma, and the children who must overcome it.

She is also an avid reader who enjoys cooking, Georgia, teaching, music and public speaking. She soaks up country music like sunshine and currently resides in Nashville, Tennessee.