Happy Chanukah folks. This Friday I’m sharing a little drabble I wrote for Facebook’s Fiction Writer’s Group’s annual holiday drabble collection. You can pick up the full collection on Amazon for just 99 cents.
First a little about Moshe Zeikel. Moishe was in P.A.W.S., but was never given a name. He is the kindly old man who takes in Max and Celia when they first land in New York. Of course he thinks they are just cats that stowed onto the ship to America. So here is a scene from Max and Celia’s first Chanukah in America.
By Debbie Manber Kupfer
Moshe Zeikel sat by the window in his one room apartment on Essex Street and waited for the sun to set. As it descended he took the blue shammas candle from its holder in the center of the menorah, lit it, and recited the prayer.
The two cats sat close by watching. The brown tabby looked over at the grey silky one with the green eyes. He put his paw on hers as they observed the old man light the Chanukah candles. They were home, he thought. Home and safe. It was time for a whole new adventure to begin.
The holidays are just around the corner. Here’s a little tale written by me and my daughter Ronni. Enjoy!
The Reindeer Games
By Debbie Manber Kupfer and Ronni Kupfer
Rudolf crouched behind the igloo waiting for his chance. He could see Blitzen in the distance on the other side of the snow bank. She was the last. Dasher and Prancer had been easy pickings. Vixen had taken longer. He had one poisonous dart left hidden in the recesses of his red, red, nose. Blitzen edged out and now Rudolf had a perfect line of sight. Pow, he sent the poison dart. It hit its target and Blitzen fell to the ground. The Reindeer Games were over. Rudolf was the Victor and he would get to guide Santa’s sleigh tonight!
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by Debbie Manber Kupfer
Matilda looked down at her son and smiled. He was perfect, exactly as the scientists at the laboratory had said he would be. Years of infertility and futile attempts at adoption melted as she looked into his eyes. She would call him Adam as he was the first of his kind – the first of a new generation of artificial intelligence, that in the years to come would repopulate and transform the planet. Later she would deal with the hordes of paparazzi when she left the laboratory, but for now she sat in silence enjoying her first few moments of motherhood.
(This drabble was first written as part of a flash challenge earlier this week in the FB group – Daily Flash Writing Prompts! – come join us, it’s fun – and was published yesterday on the website Book Hippo.)
It’s been a while since I’ve posted some Friday fiction – so here’s a drabble:
By Debbie Manber Kupfer
I woke up feeling dead today … like I do every day, and I’ve done every day for the last 20 years and it’s boring. I’m sick of haunting this place. The living residents aren’t even scared anymore when I jump out from the TV, they just say “Hi Reggie” and “can you move away from the screen, I’m missing a good bit.”
Bloody mortals, what do they know? I saw all the good bits when I was alive. Now it’s just reruns. Maybe I should put in for a transfer. Surely the Grim Reaper will understand – or maybe, not.