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This challenge has become a favorite of mine and I couldn’t bear to miss it this week. This weekend has been an incredibly busy one. And as I’m working toward Book Four of my trilogy (coffee table companion book of illustrations and character studies), I hope you’ll forgive my posting an excerpt from my first novel PLEASE SAY KADDISH FOR ME.
Genre: Novel Excerpt
Word Count: 149
CAST FROM HER FATHER’S HOUSE
Rocks, frozen grass and thorns stabbed the soles of her bare feet. There had been no time for shoes, no time to dress.
Who would pray for their souls? Who would remember David, the artist or Mendel, the poet or Mama or Papa? She forced her heavy mouth to shape the Hebrew prayer—Kaddish—prayer for the dead and prayer for the bereft.
“‘Magnified and sanctified is your great Name…’”
Havah Cohen detested its beauty. Her hands, held over her ears, could not blot out the anguished cries of friends and neighbors, fast becoming memories.
“‘…in the world which you have created…’”
Thorns grabbed at her nightgown and she fought to ignore the fire in her lungs. “‘…according to Your will.’”
Brambles ripped into her flesh.
The muscles of her legs burned.
Don’t stop. Run.
“‘Let His great name be blessed forever and to all eternity.’”