fiction by Michele Ruby

Sound Effects

Despite her best effort to open them soundlessly, the carved wooden doors to the sanctuary announced Lila’s late arrival with a squeal that would have done the ram’s horn proud. Rosh Hashanah services were well under way. People looked up, glad for the distraction or annoyed by it. Lila made her way between the crowded rows, past knees and ankles and purses, mouthing “Excuse me” on her way to the empty seat next to her husband Gary. Saving seats was frowned upon, and now her husband frowned upon her.

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