Monday, February 6, 2017

Week in Seven Words #328

I hear the anger behind their words more than the words themselves. It's a smug, desperate, vindictive anger that rips through their speech.

Men in black coats gather at a bus shelter by an abandoned lot. Rain dribbles off their hats.

Rounds of Monopoly Deal, with groans, squeals, and eyes narrowed over fanned cards.

Tables pushed together in a U-formation soon bear a load of beer, soda, and nachos with melted cheese. Between the chairs, a cockroach creeps, tasting possibilities.

When he finds out I'm Jewish, he asks why people hate Jews. The Jews are in danger, he says. He's a third grader who has never, to his knowledge, met a Jew before.

Returning from a weekend away to an ocean of laundry.

As an adult, she finds coloring books relaxing. Some of the pages she's working on show mythic creatures. Using colored pencils, she makes a phoenix shimmer with fire.


Roderick Robinson said...

In my poverty-stricken younger days I lived in Stoke Newington, a suburb in North London where there was a concentration of Hasidic Jews. My apartment was one of two in an old, dilapidated house and because the other family was Jewish, there was a mezuzah on our shared front door. Thus I found myself answering my door-bell and using my almost forgotten German in an attempt to answer the puzzled questions (in Yiddish) from a member of the Hasidim. I was impressed by their long black coats, seemingly in silk, and especially their black hats; both looked expensive. Later I was confirmed in this impression when it rained; the hats were hastily enveloped in purpose-made plastic covers. The bag detracted a little from the hat's solemnity but I could appreciate its utility.

Brian Joseph said...

What you wrote for "chainsaws" seems like an all too common description these days. I can picture some people that I know.

What you wrote for "furtively" may stay with me throughout today :)

HKatz said...

@ Roderick - yes, they generally take good care of their hats, and when it rains on the Sabbath, they'll wear ponchos over their clothes.

@ Brian - yes, all too common, unfortunately. As for furtively... you probably don't want to know that it was a long, fat roach, not a small kind.