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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

It is sunrise or sunset. To the right is a building that looks like it has a tetris puzzle rising from it. The sun is peeking through an archway.

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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100

ALL VOWS

Orange, golden and pink hues emblazoning the sky almost made Judith forget where she was. Her hollow stomach growled.

“Tonight, we begin our fast,” she said, “and recite the Kol Nidre.”

“Fast?” Rachel scowled. “Are you meshuga?”  

Later in the darkened barracks, Judith lit a candle, opened a contraband prayer book and whispered, “Repeat after me.”

Eight-hundred emaciated women gathered around her. Without words their cries rose in unison as a prayer.

Years later, as her cantor sang a beautiful rendition of the prayer, memories of Auschwitz flooded Judith. She had experienced Light in the darkness. She would never forget.

*The above story is based on an actual survivor’s account.

The following is a little long but one of the most beautiful renditions of the Kol Nidre which is sung on Erev Yom Kippur, the evening of Yom Kippur. On the Jewish calendar the day begins at sunset.