By, Dustin Pinney
Category: Short story / Cumulative Earnings: $0.00 Rank: 241 / Month's Earnings: $0.00 Rank: 241
Yisgadal v’yiskadash sh’may roboh…Amen. The words rolled off Sid Granot’s tongue as casually - and as thoughtlessly - as if he were ordering a tongue sandwich at the 2nd Avenue Deli. However, this was the 2nd Avenue Kielcer Congregation, and Sid found himself standing amid his fellow congregants, intoning the traditional Mourner’s Kaddish in memory of a dead father who had passed away eight months previously in the midst of ordering a tongue sandwich at the 2nd Avenue Deli.
In accordance with Jewish custom, coupled with a pre-mortem plea from Sid’s father, Sid was to attend synagogue every day for up to one year following his father’s death, intoning the ancient Aramaic prayer three times daily - morning, afternoon, and evening. The rationale, as Sid understood it, was that once a parent passed on, it was the son’s duty to ensure that the parent secured a treasured slot in heaven - primarily by intoning the Mourner’s Kaddish, thrice daily, for up to a year. The problem, as Sid’s father had mapped it out, was that nobody actually knew the criteria for gaining admission, so the Kaddish, at the end of play, was thrown in - like bonus points in a cosmic pinball game. “I don’t ask for much, Sidalah,” his father had asked, “but give me a good reference when I’m gone.”
Category: Short story / Cumulative Earnings: $0.00 Rank: 14 / Month's Earnings: $0.00 Rank: 3
He looked a little bundle of joy to me.
He was only as small as the palm of my hand, a miniscule baby, hardly anything dangerous or an entity to be feared. He had the most intense blue eyes; I saw when I reluctantly peeked over the shroud that covered all but his head..My breath had caught in my throat when the weak mother had handed him to me, the oneshe would have done good to fear and shy away from.
Category: Short story / Cumulative Earnings: $0.00 Rank: 65 / Month's Earnings: $0.00 Rank: 65
Her smiling face lay in the snow next to his. It was just a photo now. They were all just photos now. He hadn’t seen a familiar face outside of a photo for two years. He had been running for so long he forgot why. And now he found himself back here. Outside this place. This town. His home town, a nice quiet place. He tightened his long black overcoat’s warm embrace around himself and slowly made his way into the town. He could see people pointing, he could hear them whisper words like “ghost” and “almost looks like.” His breath made itself visible in the icy air. Snow came down from the skies to gently kiss the ground and everything on it.
He found himself outside her door, questions he held in his mind for a long time became louder now. Had she found someone else? Did she still live here? Did she even want to see him? Would his appearance only anger her? Should he even be here? Before he could summon the courage to knock her door opened. She stood before him as beautiful as he remembered her. Her soft eyes connected with his own. She leaned against the door and spoke with her soothing voice.
Category: Short story / Cumulative Earnings: $0.00 Rank: 148 / Month's Earnings: $0.00 Rank: 148
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