Rocking Horse
The woman’s hands are wrinkled, the skin hanging like melting wax. She holds her hand in the air. “She is this high”
Rocking Horse
Hannah sits down opposite Sarah. Her heart sinks. Now she will have to give a full accounting, which she prefers not to do
Rocking Horse
Should she be angry at the world? Outraged? Wanting more, wanting less. Where was goodness, if there was indeed such a thing? If not, then why did she care so much about it?
Rocking Horse
They cover their heads and they wear tzitizis and they grow their beards and they bring out their instruments to play on Shabbos
Rocking Horse
She is glad of the rush. She wants to be home, with Ernst, in a place where she can try and make sense of it all
