Wednesday Night Fiction: A Short, Short Story (by a 102-Year-Old Man)
by Jesse Zel Lurie HER NAME was Sarah Rose, after her grandmother, Sura Raisel, who never left Poland and was lost in the Holocaust. His name was Ismail, nickname Izzy. He was an Arab-American, the son of a Brooklyn restaurant owner born in Haifa when its population was mostly Arab. They met at Cornell University […]
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