Picture courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
This reminds me of buildings I’ve been to in Europe – one in Rome, where our office is located, in particular.
Word count: 100
Star of David
Trudging up the last flight of stairs, Josef pondered his legacy, while reciting the prayers of atonement with each passing star. Invisible to most at a distance, the grate formed them perfectly, seen clearly in his slow passage, as though the star of his faith guided him to his fourth floor walk up.
Legacy was too weighty a mantle for him. That he’d lived to 87 was miracle enough; Dachau a dim memory, his family of ghosts long dead. His steps were their tribute, each star reminding him of those who were lost.
It was legacy enough that he remembered.
© Erin Leary
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