harm less no. 6

It’s not like before. She knows it’s not at night, the air silent and tomb cool. Each Friday, they walk hand in dry palm hand, lethargically to synagogue through streets unoccupied houses all set far apart. She never hears the neighbours  now he has a good job – children will come –  just like they dreamed. Still, sometimes she sees the armoured van outside the bank… Continue reading harm less no. 6