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I almost never write sequels to my stories. Although I think this one stands alone, it is, indeed Chapter 2 to last week’s story N2MB3RS.
I’m blaming it on Na’ama who put the bug in my muse’s ear. Thanks, my friend. 😀
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Word Count: 100
LEST WE FORGET
Bubbie lifted her glass. “Next year in Jerusalem!” The numbers 45457 on her arm had faded in seventy years but remained legible.
“I bought the tickets.” Beaming, Dad raised his wine. “Jerusalem!”
Miriam shielded her eyes from the noonday sun over the old city. “I wish you were here, Bubbie.”
Miriam remembered her argument with her grandmother over tattoos.
“My friends have them.”
“What do they know?”
Later Bubbie passed away in her sleep.
Miriam went to the tattoo parlor.
The artist frowned. “You sure? ‘45457? Just numbers?”
Back in the present Miriam studied her arm. “I’ll never forget, Bubbie.”
In the States we commemorate 9-11. The Jews commemorate 11-9. November 9 marks the 82nd anniversary of Kristallnacht, Night of Broken Glass.