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Genre: Historical Fiction
A tweaked excerpt from my first novel PLEASE SAY KADDISH FOR ME.
Word Count: 100
Havah gazed out the window. Snowflakes like milk-white dove wings glimmered past the streetlamp and floated to the sidewalk.
“Have you ever seen anything more beautiful, Arel?”
“We had snow in the old country. It’s all the same.”
She grasped Arel’s hand and held it to her belly. Their unborn child kicked against his palm with such force Havah flinched. Brushing her lips across her husband’s disfigured cheek she fought the stone forming in her throat. One by one, faces of those who had perished before her eyes drifted through her memory.
“No, Arel, nothing will ever be the same.”
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