It was very dark outside, almost pitch black. Marcia covered her mouth for a moment to contain her silent scream. Somewhere in the distance, the waves made a dull splashing sound as they hit the breaker.
Frieda’s roof, with the hundred cinder blocks piled on top, wobbled in the wind. This scared her.
Joyce looked up. “Why won’t you let me come on holidays?”
Book Review: Small Choices, Big Changes by Sarah Pachter (Targum Publishers 2017), 255 pp. Reviewed by Devorah Talia Gordon In Small Choices, Big Changes, Sarah Pachter explores fundamental facets of Jewish life with clarity and wit. From the seemingly mundane to the more elevated parts of life, Pachter draws rich lessons that the reader can easily integrate into […]
Nati eyed Joe with a puzzled face. “Get back?”
Eli feels he’s choking; it’s too much; it’s not him.
the deep pockets of my greatcoat are crying out to be as well-filled as my belly.
Does this mean anything? It can’t mean nothing!
“No need to explain. You told me you were an accountant. What else do you do, like, outside of work?”
“What! Are you saying I don’t get my share unless I visit that garden of hers twice a month?” demanded Mrs Owen. “That’s insane!”