Are you scared to be Jewish?
A fictional story about feeling the need to be strong while mourning.
A fictional, but unfiltered, meditation on death and dying.
It was a regular school day for everyone but Maurice.
It is a sweltering June day outside. Inside the back of a record store, a young woman browses, thumbing through dusty bins and racks.
Nothing is at it seems. Especially when there's a bag of sand involved.
"Why did you do that?"
"I used to want to be an astronaut, to see with my own eyes the worlds beyond ours. I used to want to leave."
Help! I'm drowning! Can you hear me?