a biblical story by Alisha Kaplan


Each morning, before her father and brothers head out to the vineyard, Tirzah slips away to her family’s small pasture. Her home in the Judean hills is just a two-day journey from the Holy City of Jerusalem. With her she takes a wooden stick that her older brother scraped smooth for her, using a dagger he stole off of Ami the Drunkard’s bulging waist. In her worn undergarments, she carries a tiny, empty vial that her brother also gave her. He says that it washed up on the shores of the Great Sea, a long journey from their town, Be’er Shemesh. She imagines it traveled from Egypt.

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