Towards the end, the demented man was unable to recognize his own son when he arrived home from work. Other than his day nurse, everyone had long stopped coming around.
They’d forgotten about the numbers seared into the man’s forearm—just like they forgot about the life he managed to build afterwards in a new country. What else do they forget that should never be forgotten?
The man’s son pins a black kriah ribbon to his lapel. The Rabbi calls him to the bimah. He stands at the lectern, surveys the sparse congregation and begins to remind them.
David Thow was born and educated in Winnipeg. He lives in Toronto where he practices medicine. Email: david_thow2018@yahoo.com.
The Centifictionist 
You must be logged in to post a comment.