if you plotted this in the south, and involved a set of railroad tracks and escaping from jail... this could be a fantastic country/western song.
It was good nonetheless. I liked how you didn't actually SAY he killed her. you felt confident enough that the language would speak for itself
:-D
Nice wording, especially at the part where the narrator was describing where they had met. Although I do agree with Mick on the cliche topic, this was a good little story, and I believe that you accomplished what you were going for. Great job.
Jacob Mishkin knew what brought him to his childhood synagogue on that cold November night, but he was unsure whether he could really follow through with it. He had spent countless mornings there in years past, praying to a God he never thought was listening. He would stand when everyone else stood, sit when everyone else sat, and bless God the almighty for bestowing blessings upon hi...
