Night Flower: Chapter 12, Part II
By Esther Rapaport
Be happy? Chaiky took the tray with the little bowls of salads and dips and walked to the table. She looked at her children. Dovi was sitting...
Night Flower: Chapter 12, Part I
By Esther Rapaport
Chaiky’s father-in-law finished singing Shalom Aleichem, made Kiddush, and poured wine into the small cups.
“Nu, uh!” her mother-in-law said as she passed the cups.
“Yisrael and Yaakov!” she...
Night Flower: Chapter 16, Part II
“Ima!” Naomi ran over to Chaiky as soon as she walked through the door. “Great, you bought the oil! Dovi and I went out of the kitchen and closed...
Night Flower: Chapter 15, Part II
By Esther Rapaport
“Hello, Menachem?”
“Yes.” Menachem immediately identified the voice of Yoel Brodsky. “How are you, Yoel? Is everything okay with Dovi? We heard that you drove them back last...
Night Flower: Chapter 15, Part I
By Esther Rapaport
The newspaper editor subtly fixed his gaze on a detailed work of art that depicted Napoleon’s final battle in Russia. But when the silence grew prolonged, he...
Night Flower: Chapter 17, Part II
By Esther Rapaport
At the nurses’ station in Pediatrics, there wasn’t a moment of quiet. Doctors passed by, giving instructions and comments; parents or children came and asked for things....
Night Flower: Chapter 12, Part III
By Esther Rapaport
When Vasiliy Antonovich, a writer for the Segodniya newspaper, was assigned to write an exposé about the life of one of the oligarchs of Saint Petersburg, he...
Night Flower: Chapter 14, Part I
By Esther Rapaport
The watchtower that soared to the fifth floor of Nikolai Rosenberg’s estate was designed to elegantly blend into the scene. It looked like another architectural adornment on...
Night Flower: Chapter 16, Part I
By Esther Rapaport
The children fidgeted excitedly near the counter. It was no wonder; when was the last time they had seen their mother take out the mixer? Eight eggs,...
Night Flower: Chapter 17, Part I
By Esther Rapaport
“Miri, do you have paper clips?” Elka was in a big hurry. “No, not those small colorful ones—the big metal ones. Do you have any?”
Miri opened another...
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