Loose End of the Red Thread
Let it roll The fucking drumroll Everything’s good Except the food Fancy wedding Fancier pudding Happy friends with dates Friends looking for dates Band’s ready Fucking needy Girl I love Burning stove Date’s tomorrow Drowning in my sorrow I’m the winner The girl or the dinner Getting a wife Getting a life?
As a trekkie, it’s only fair. Live Long and Prosper, everyone. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for this lovely piece of nostalgia.
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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
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Dora wreathed her arms around her son’s neck. “What’s in California? No mishpokhah—you’ll be a stranger in a strange land.”
“Like you were when you came to America, Mama.” The youth bristled with determination. “I won’t be an alien for long. You’ll see.”
Dora’s husband Max frowned. “You’re only eighteen. Forget this acting mishegoss.”
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Leonard, now an old man, strolled along the West End’s changing streets…
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