A Common Grave

Yehudit Hendel

1950

To the sacred memory of dear Shmulik and his comrades who fell in the battle to liberate Yeḥi‘am

He rose from the bed shading his eyes with his hands as if it was light although it was still dark. His fingers were as dry as dry twigs and the blue of the pre-dawn shrivelled them even more. He put on his shoes and dressed in the darkness and heard…

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