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Once more another excerpt from my trilogy as I prepare the coffee table companion book, A STONE FOR THE JOURNEY. Designed for those who like art and very short stories. 😉 This is an excerpt from the third in the series, AS ONE MUST, ONE CAN. A little background for those unfamiliar. The menorah in the story is a ‘character’ of sorts. Crafted by Yussel’s father, it has survived the pogroms and the long journey to America.
Genre: Historical Fiction circa 1907
Word Count: 100
Arel scowled. “Lev, where’ve you been?”
“The library, I—”
“You missed supper.”
Havah grasped Arel’s arm and whispered, “Please let him explain.”
“My house. My rules.” Arel slapped Lev, knocking Yussel’s menorah off the table.
The ground listed beneath Havah’s feet.
Yussel cried out, dropped to his knees and searched with trembling hands until he found the broken pieces. He hugged them to his chest. Tears quivered in his sightless eyes.
“It’s only one branch, Papa.” Havah knelt beside him. “Surely it can be fixed.”
“Once a limb is severed can the tree be made whole again?”