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11 September 2020

Published September 9, 2020 by rochellewisoff

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Before continuing I have to share my happy news. My novel “Last Dance with Annie” is now under contract with literary agent Diane Nine! www.ninespeakers.com 

Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 100


Easter and me’s both six years old. Her daddy owns a shoe shop in Wilmington. He made my Sunday shoes. He’s really nice.

            Easter’s funny and she draws real good. Her skin is pretty. It’s as brown as chocolate so she don’t get sunburns like me.

            Day before yesterday, Easter’s daddy went to vote in the ‘lection. Someone said white men in red shirts shot him in the street. Easter cried and cried. I cried, too.

            Easter, her mama and lotsa other black folks moved away sudden like. I don’t understand why people are so mean. I miss my friend.  

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Published April 29, 2015 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 100


            “These madmen take everything,” cried Leah. “They brand us like cattle because we are Jews and you do nothing?”

            “How does one fight a pack of rabid dogs?” Abraham rubbed a painful lump on the back of his head. “Finish packing. We set sail in the morning while we still can.”

            “They cannot have my grandmother’s bracelet.” 

            “Leave it! What’s a bauble when our people are being exterminated like cockroaches?”

            Letting the bracelet fall from her fingers, she collapsed into his arms. “España is our home.”

            “Querida, you are my home. 1493 in Portugal—it will be a better year.”





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My novel, Please Say Kaddish for Me, is still available for preorder at a reduced price here.The Kindle version is available for preorder at Amazon.com. 

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