up! It is almost the Sabbath!” Golde prodded the man she had been
married to for forty years, raised five daughters with, and never
missed a Sabbath.
“Golde!” Tevye waled. “Again, you have awakened me from a dream!”
“No message from Great Uncle Mordechai, Tevye. Hurry, it’s almost sunset.”
“Golde!” Tevye roared. “It was Chava. We were walking into a beautiful sunrise. She and I. Arm in arm. After all these years.”
“Go to her Tevye. Accept her. There may never be another chance.”
had waited for him.
took her arm.
Written for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers utilizing Eugenia’s Brew n Sprew Cafe’s word prompts: Sunrise and Sunset.
This is based on characters in the movie Fiddler on the Roof. It makes my heart rejoice, knowing Tevya did not go to his grave without ever having accepted…
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