A Temporary Measure By Peggy Duffy
Saturday, January 18, 2003
"Emil studied his wife as he delivered the news. Earlier he had watched her draw the heavy damask drapes in the dining room, cover her head with a kerchief, and light the Sabbath candles, uttering the familiar prayer in a tone of rote and reverence. Their son Max had knelt on a chair beside her in order to see and hear better. "
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Note this story previously appeared in the Summer/Fall 2001 issue of So To Speak: a feminist journal of language and art, as the second place winner in So To Speak's 2001 Short-Short Fiction Contest