Christmas in IsraelShira was carrying water back from the well when she heard the shouting. The Negav was harsh, but deadly silent in the cold nights, so the shouts were as clear if it happened next door. She looked back from her camel, seeing two robed men pushing a woman into her own camel. The men spoke Arabic, and Shira knew better than to linger around. The Negav was teeming with random Arabic fugitives and probably a few Anti-Semites.Christmas in Israel9 years ago in Prose More Like This
Turning to latch the bucket on the saddle-of-sorts on her Camel, Hagar, she heard the women plead out in Hebrew to Jesus. Shira turned around again and frowned. Jesus. The supposid Messiah. His 'birthday' was coming up. Shaking her head she turned around again only to hear another scream and camels giving off their snorting-roar. Shira turned around for the final time, seeing the woman on the ground, the men gone.
Shira's heart felt hard, heavy, like solid mercury in her ribs. Licking her lips she tucked her falling hair into her scarf and went towards the woman and h