Issue 36

The next day, announcements appeared on the walls, ordering all children to report to the Umschlagplatz   (more...)

They all feared the summer, but no one spoke of it. And now it was setting in. Gradually. Unhurriedly. Relentlessly.   (more...)

He never forgot the first time they met. The municipal building stood in the heart of the old part of the city   (more...)

No such command had been issued, and no one had ever considered who it was that had granted the family such unlimited rights.   (more...)

Motive. Well, we had no shortage of that. Two hundred and ten years of all the worst crimes you could possibly imagine.   (more...)

When he died, their father had two requests. The first was easy: Visit the gravesite once a month and recite the Mourner’s Kaddish.   (more...)

Sol sits apart from the others on an empty ammunition box and writes how much he misses them.   (more...)

Menachem and Shoshana Laufer dedicated their retirement to an array of hobbies and endeavors they’d neglected over the years.   (more...)

From this entire seething adventure, crime, tragic incident (I don’t know how best to identify what happened before my eyes   (more...)

Will’s parents must have decided together that Sandra would be the one to help them die.   (more...)

I’m often asked why I chose to be a bus driver. It’s long hours with little pay, and the frequent strikes are an added benefit.   (more...)

Am I the only grandson on the planet who doesn’t remember his grandparents with fondness and nostalgia?   (more...)

At the head of the table, a man nearing the end of his middle years sat in starched shirtsleeves   (more...)