16 September 2016

Published September 14, 2016 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 100

WHITHER THOU GOEST

            Obed grunted and pushed but could not budge the heavy stone to grind flour.

            “You’re too small, son.”  Ruth handed him a bundle of sheaves and a mallet. “Here, thresh these for me.”

            His eyes shone like starlight reflecting off the sea. Her heart swelled with love for him leaving no room for loneliness.

            He pounded the barley kernels. “Tell me about my father.”                                     

            Obed’s face bore traces of both Mahlon and Mahlon’s Uncle Boaz, her beloved men, dead and buried. How do I explain Hebrew law regarding husbands and widows to a three-year-old?

            “To begin with, you had two.”

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101 comments on “16 September 2016

    • Dear Sandra,

      It’s a challenge to take a well known Bible story and turn it into historical fiction. But the Book of Ruth ends with the birth of Obed. I always like to weave what if’s and extra scenes into stories and movies. I’m pleased that this worked. Thank you.

      Shalom,

      Rochelle

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  • It would have been a beautiful story to hear, I think. And I am delighted you wrote this to help explain the photo, as it confuddled me looking at it alone. A Beautiful Beginning for this prompt :)…now I must put my thinking cap on…

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  • Yes! How DO you explain?!? So, only the first child carries on the name of the deceased first husband ? Subsequent (if there are any) children are considered the children of the man who married a widow?
    You often bring out questions I’ve pondered! I wish educators took that kind of approach. Present a scenario then show how it illustrates a law or tradition!

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  • Bible fanfic, eh? 😉 Seriously, this is a wonderful, atmospheric tale. I can’t repeat it often enough: this is how history should be told. Not by memorizing dates. By looking at the people, what they loved and what they hated. That way their historical deeds are much easier to understand.

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  • Take two, they’re small. “But I gotta tell ya, folks …”

    Interesting, though, how it all worked together being as how the descendants of Judah (Boaz) and Lot (Ruth) finally reunited in the family tree.

    Five out of five Oxanas.

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    • Dear Ali,

      I’m sure she broke it down for him in ways he could understand. I remember the first time I had to explain the birds and the bees to my eldest who was four at the time and wanted to know how his new brother had gotten in my tummy. I was as honest as I could be. At first he grimaced and said, “EEEEW, I’m never doing that!” Then he cocked his head, looked very thoughtful and said, “I guess you and Dad have done that twice.”

      I didn’t know what those things were either, but I had the advantage of asking the photographer. 😉

      Thank you.

      Shalom,

      Rochelle

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  • Dear Paulette,

    My mother’s name was Ruth, likely name after this biblical heroine. Boaz was also the name of the left pillar on the porch of King Solomon’s temple, and denotes strength. You have a tremendous talent for making these characters come to life. Thankful, there were not telemarketers in their time to mispronounce their names.

    Berry goot,
    Rushnell Daher

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  • Querida Rochelle,
    You never disappoint. It’s amazing the way you wove your words in this one.
    Yes, this was a difficult photo prompt. I took it to a place from a police story my
    hubby told me about. I changed it to fiction but this can happen to anyone with the
    way drugs are so rampant. Thank you for hosting #FridayFictioneers
    Abrazos,
    Isadora 😎

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