“I’d like to order please.”
He sits at the counter with his back upright, gaze forward, looking at the menu through his horn rimmed black glasses. There is no smile on his face, no warmth ...
Historical fiction short stories.
He sits at the counter with his back upright, gaze forward, looking at the menu through his horn rimmed black glasses. There is no smile on his face, no warmth ...
There was fear in fathers eyes. It was there in the sweat running down his face. And in his frantic shouting to my uncle. My father, a small thin man with soft ...
“Papa, papa, papa!” “What is it Hannah?” papa shouts as he nearly trips over a dining room chair while running into the house from our b...
Life feels normal. There is warm sunshine on my face. And soft grass under my back. Chaya is at my side. I roll over and kiss her cheek. And then her lips. I ta...
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