Rosengarten, Chany

Danny is missing. His bed is empty, and the white-on-white floral pattern of his mattress is cold. Once, I sat on his bed. Mom yelled, “Get off. It’s Danny’s!” But Danny’s been ignoring his bed for a long, long time. And he’s ignoring me. I know I wished ...

The sun had perpetually baked the vulnerable earth under it with its brilliant glare, and the earth had cracked up like shards of glass for want of water. Sandals, black oxfords and people from all walks of life came together in prayer. They wet their pra...