On the verge of unforeseen Nazi terror, a Jewish kid wants to make his mark: on his boss, on a woman, on a life that seems to be moving at a pace that doesn't make sense to him. When, toward the end of the story, his boss chides, "You're going to have a very difficult life if you can't figure out where the hell to stand," the reader sees that this kid is actually the lucky one. As his coworkers march off in the shoes he's helped make, this kid is standing still, in the rain and he's safe.
There's a final suggestion that he take another shot at it, try again at all of the things he wanted to make his mark on, but I was left knowing that this kid would never do it. The words would indeed "burn" in him but he'd be spared the devastation of the boss and the woman and the war he didn't see coming. This was a story about an unexpected blessing in diguise from a clever writer who knows how to leave the disguises elsewhere. The words on the page here resonate. There are no disappointments in failure. There is only the need to look on the bright side.
I'm glad I found this one...will be on the lookout for more from this writer for sure.