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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
I am Uzit, a warrior beside Yehuda Maccabee, the Hammer.
I shall never forget how Antiochus’ men defiled our sacred altar with a pig. They slaughtered my baby brother Ezra and made my mother carry his body around her neck.
A soldier cast his lethal eyes on me. “What a pretty little Judean creature.”
I replied with my sword.
We resisted the Greeks, and we prevailed.
Uzit Rabinowitz skimmed her fingers over the rough stones of an ancient building. “1949 in the Promised Land.” She caressed her infant son Ezra. “Antiochus couldn’t destroy us. Nor could the Führer. We prevailed.”