20 November 2015

Published November 18, 2015 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 100


           Steam rose from the dish pan. Sweat beaded Leah’s forehead and soaked her kerchief. Gavrel’s chest ached with yearning and remorse. She deserved better than an old cobbler and the apartment above his shop, which was too small for two people, let alone a family of six.

          “Next year in America. 1906 will be better.” He circled his arms around her waist.  “Now this is a perfect fit.”

          Turning in his embrace, she planted a wet kiss on his cheek. “Spoken like a shoemaker.”

          “We may be poor, my young bride, but our children will never go barefoot in winter.”


Although not an excerpt, the story above is a scene in my novel From Silt and Ashes the sequel to Please Say Kaddish for Me.

Gavrel Wolinsky- Orignial Artwork © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Gavrel Wolinsky- Orignial Artwork © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Leah Wolinsky - Original Artwork © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Leah Wolinsky – Original Artwork © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

128 comments on “20 November 2015

  • I really hope for their sake their optimism worked out & none of the girls got a job at the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory in N.Y. in 1911. I’ve been reading a book about the big fire there, killed mostly very young Italian/Jewish immigrant girls. Your story realistically portrays the optimism that provoke people into that kind of immigration


    • Dear Larry,

      My grandparents were Jewish immigrants. I find that Italian and Jewish immigrants had much in common.
      I can assure you that the girls don’t end up in the factory (horrible tragedy) but more than that I won’t divulge since it would give away part of my novel’s plot. 😉
      Thank you.



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  • I love the title and the story. You really do show us how to do a lot with relatively little words. I have a lot to learn from you. Thanks for organising the challenge each week!


  • Dear Rochelle,
    Great story. I enjoyed the tender moment here.

    On use of the word “which”: “Which” is used when you would need to put a comma in front of it, in other words, when the description could only be describing one thing (my small apartment, which . . . ). The word “that” is used when you don’t need a comma, and that happens to be the case in your story this week: “an apartment above his shop that was too small . . . ” The article “an” indicates that this may not be the only apartment. If you had chosen the article “the,” “which” would have been the grammatically correct choice.

    Of course, this is but a minor nit in an otherwise fine story–and something that should be caught in the proofroom if it ever did wind up in a book. 😉

    All my best,
    Marie Gail


  • What I like the most is Gavrel’s humor. Leah might spend her life in poverty. But laughter and hope is all that they need at the moment. I have looked for anything to improve, but I lack the ability to spot anything. Great story as usual… (and I missed it so much last week)


    • Dear John,

      Since Gavrel and Leah story unfolds in my second book, From Silt and Ashes, I can’t divulge the rest of the story. Definitely not a fairy tale.although elves would’ve been nice. Thank you for your kind words.



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  • What a beautiful story — so tender, so loving, and full of hope!
    Oh, and that line “set me as a seal” is from the Song of Solomon, isn’t it? I love the poetry in it. Once, long ago, I sang it when I was part of an all-women’s a cappella group called Goddess Gospel. The leader of the group had taken The Song of Solomon, adapted it, and set it to music.
    “How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse …O my love that are in the cleft of the rock, let me see they countenance … set me as a seal upon thy heart … for love is as strong as death …”

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  • Dear Rochelle,
    I am so glad you have let us know that the sequel will soon be available. I’m looking forward to it immensely having enjoyed Please Say Kaddish for me. I also enjoyed your hundred words.
    C- The first paragraph put us in the scene, whilst the dialogue gave us a sense of the characters. I don’t have anything to say re improvement but I do think for these reasons it was a good flash.
    Cheers Irene


  • This is very beautiful and full of love and hope. I read with interest the grammar discussion above and will try to remember that, too. This story is good for the heart, and exactly what many of us who are shocked by the Paris attacks need this week.


  • I’m so blown away by world events. My deepest prayers for our dear brothers and sisters in France are being raised. This photo reminds me of that. Still thinking on how to put words to it.


  • Excellent story! Have you toured the Tenement Museum in New York City’s East Side? Your story could be a precursor to this couple’s future life in NY City. No negatives here. Enjoyed this very much!


    • Dear Lillian,

      I haven’t toured the museum.

      However, this couple is bound for Kansas City, Missouri where the rest of their family has gone. My maternal grandfather came into Ellis Island but ultimately ended up in the Midwest because he didn’t know anyone in NY. My father’s family, on the other hand did end up in NY. My father was raised in Brooklyn. (I guess that makes me half NY Jew 😉 )

      I’m glad you enjoyed my story. Thank you for taking the time to say so. .



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  • Rochelle, love your story! It is so poignant – the picture made me laugh though – I thought someone took one of “Alice in Wonderlands” potions by mistake and shrank through the grate. Very well done!


  • Dear Rowdy Ronda,

    Every time we finished the last step of a job (i.e. put the final bale of hay in the barn), my Dad would always say, “That’s the one the shoemaker killed his wife over.” I have no idea what that was supposed to mean and I don’t think he did either.
    It does make me feel sorry for the wives in China as that’s where all our shoes come from now.

    BTW – feel free to do a character study on Joan and her boyfriend. I’d love to see their portraits too. 🙂



    • Dear Wishbone,

      I think Joan would make quite a portrait…of course with the floral moo moo it would have to be in color.

      Thanks for stopping by. BTW..perhaps I should loan you my Chevy Cruz. It was quite effective in hitting a deer last year. 😉


      Rowdy Rhonda


  • I’ve been caring for my elderly grandmother (she just turned 97!) and she’s been telling me stories about her father who emigrated to America in the early 1900’s. I’ve often wondered what drove people to come here and what they experienced once arriving. Your story has that flavor of both desperation and hope. It also reminds me that the most important things in life are not tangible. You said so much with so few words. Very well done, Rochelle.


  • My father was an emigre to Australia, where he met my mother and fathered me before bringning us home after the war. I hope your cobbler and his family liked their chosen country enough to stay put.


  • Hard times are easier to endure when there is love and hope. I look forward to reading this novel, Rochelle. I am already attached to your characters. You breathe life into them so beautifully! Shalom, Cheryl-Lynn


  • Rochelle,
    I recognized at least the tone of this from your novels so I wasn’t surprised to read your note at the end. I finished Say Kaddish for Me on my business trip to Mexico a couple weeks ago and look forward to reading the other one too.

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