Erev Shabbos Fiction: 'Isaac' (Part One)
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It was a windy day, and Isaac was standing by the bus stop huddled up in his parka, waiting waiting waiting for the bus to arrive. A scrap of paper was suspended by the wind against the yield sign in front of Isaac. He grabbed at it out of unfocused, boredom-infused curiosity and read the italicized delusional record of non-events quoted above. The bus arrived as he crumpled the note into his pocket, figuring that he should save it to show his grandmother upon his return home. She would get a kick out of it. Isaac got on the bus. As he paid his fare and the doors swooshed shut behind him, the bus driver grabbed Isaac – his two dark hands clasped tightly around Isaac’s neck.