Authors: Amram Ducovny
Tags: #Historical, #FIC000000, #FIC0190000, #FIC043000, #FIC006000
“I can speak Yiddish,” Harry said.
“Ich ken redden Eidish.”
The man's eyes widened. “Are there many Jews like you?” he asked.
“Yes, many.”
The man smiled, yet tears filled his eyes.
“I thought there were only Jews like me left.”
He shuffled forward. He buried his forehead in Harry's shoulder. Harry felt no weight, as if a light breeze had brushed him. Harry delicately encircled the man's waist. They rocked, sobbing.