Etti merged her car onto the entry ramp for Route 6 South. Ruth craned her neck to peer at the car behind them, as she’d been doing every three minutes since they left Jerusalem. Each time she saw a different car behind them, none of them Ezra’s red Audi. And Naama looking blankly out the window from her seat behind Etti.
Dear readers,
In the car: Etti Badihi, fleeing the shiva for her youngest son; Ruth Mutzafi, fleeing her abusive husband; Naama, seeking her dead lover.
"Victory," part 2 of "Holes," which is Chapter 2 of my as yet untitled Oct. 7 war serial.
Photo by Neil Ward
I’m off to the theater—Jerusalem’s Khan Theater—to see a new play, Dreyfus. It’s the first play of the Khan’s season, the start of which has been much delayed because of the war. So I don’t have time to write more now. If it’s interesting, I’ll tell you about it next week.
In case you’re new here: you can read all the war stories in sequence (or out of sequence, if you prefer), as well as all my other stories, at the Necessary Stories Archive.
Besorot tovot,
Haim