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Week 2 of our road trip. Expect delays.
Please be considerate of the over 70 weekly participants and keep your stories to 100 words. Thank you.
Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
David Kaminsky pressed his nose against the soot-covered window of the Brooklyn tenement. Then, bowing his head, he studied his bar mitzvah reading. “This Saturday, I’ll be a man.”
“You’ll always be my baby. Someday, you’ll sing. You’ll dance. Now drink your milk.”
“She was so proud of me that day,” he told his wife as he stirred peapods and chicken in a mammoth wok. Light limned his red hair and his mother’s wedding band on his pinkie.
“She would be proud of you this day, too,” said Sylvia Kaye. “There’s no better chef in the universe than my Danny.”
*Ying’s Thing was the name Danny Kaye gave his Chinese kitchen. Who nu? 😉
This multi-talented performer was one of the mainstays of my childhood. I confess that I borrowed his given name for a character in my third novel AS ONE MUST, ONE CAN.