׳אֶרֶץ חשֶׁךְ וצ Tzalmavet

Flash Fiction story written for Friday Fictioneers (100 word limit)

Shadow boxes she called them carefully placing tchotchkes into each slot she’d lovingly carved out. Soon they’d be enshrined behind glass. Hours my Bubbeleh toiled in the attic. Her head bent over lost in remembrance. Hours turned to years, the curtain of silence broken; I listened and watched her build stories.

Her method I never understood. The key she told me was tattooed on her arm.

Just before passing, she tenderly placed carrots for Helga who had snuck them under barbed wire at night to feed them. Now I’ve become the Shadow keeper ensuring her spirit’s safe passage home.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"Now I’ve become the Shadow keeper ensuring her spirit’s safe passage home."

An interesting read and write. I like also the curtain of silence broken...Bravo.................

[DCT ponderings]

Thank you Sami- I've been writing flash fiction )100 word max) a lot lately. This one calls out to me to grow into much more.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. Good to know...You are welcome...:).................

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

This was beautiful, my friend! I love the idea of a child watching someone special create in their own special way...shadow boxes are just a different kind of poetry, as is painting, drawing, sculpting, etc. I am such a lover of all kinds of art, from all corners of the world, and this makes me want to go to another land and experience more of other cultures. Well written.