“Baruch and Chaya”: A historical fiction story
“It’s a desert! Why would we move to the desert?” Baruch asked, his words tangled in worries. “Because that is the land of our people, i...
Historical fiction short stories.
“It’s a desert! Why would we move to the desert?” Baruch asked, his words tangled in worries. “Because that is the land of our people, i...
I never thought myself a man of adventure. Quite the opposite actually. Mathematics was my calling and being from a family of means, I studied at Harvard, then ...
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...