This is a collection of Nineteen modern day Jewish Fiction Stories
written and published by Dr. Ruth Benjamin. Most of these have, over the years,
been published in either the Jewish Homemaker in New York,
or in the Concord Magazine, London.
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BISAC: Fiction / Jewish 234 pages
ISBN-10: 1475023286
BISAC: Fiction / Jewish 234 pages
Before I list the 19 titles I will give here in full, one of
the stories, number 16, in fact. Between the lines of the story are illustrations and original titles of some of the other 18 stories.
I give it in full
because to give less than that would not be fair. to my readers.
CHAD
A Story by Ruth Benjamin
Tzippora made patterns on the
chocolate icing on the cake and stood back to admire it. Yes, it looked good.
She would wait until it was completely dry and then 'hide' it from the family
until she was ready to serve it. Not that anyone would really think of actually
cutting themselves a slice of a complete cake, but she had all too often found
small thumb and finger marks where a blob of icing had been sampled.
She changed the settings on the
stove. The pie had baked enough at such a strong heat. Now it was ready for..
She was startled by the ringing of
the telephone, wondering why it sounded so shrill until she remembered that she
had put up the volume so that she could hear it above her cake mixer.
She lifted the receiver, telling
herself that before Pesach she would definitely have to do something about the
flour that seemed to have ingrained itself into its cracks.
There was a lot of interference on
the line and she soon realised that the man's voice on the
phone,
which she did not recognise, was speaking from a car moving at high speed,
obviously on a cellular phone.
"Hello Edna", he said. "Please
would you do something for me and pick up Chad. I am going away for a few
days and he needs to stay somewhere. You pick him up at 4 at the Ebenezer
children's Centre..."
"Excuse me...you have the wrong
number", she began. This number is.."
But the man seemed not to be able
to hear her. "I am sorry, Edna, but the line is so bad. But please don't
forget to do this for me. He can be every day at the crèche."
"You have the wrong
number", she tried to shout.
"His mother, you know," he
continued, "yes, my ex wife. I hope..." With that the sound seemed to fade
into......silence..
Just a wrong number, she thought as
she went into the kitchen. Soon she was concentrating on the rest of her
baking.
But
what was nagging at her consciousness. What was worrying her.
That
had been a wrong number, hadn't it. She was not Edna.
She glanced at the clock. It was
almost 3 p.m. Her children would be home soon. She would have to hurry with
what she was doing.
But
what was tugging at her mind.?
.Chad
that is what it was . Who would pick up Chad? Who was Chad? Whoever
he was he was a child who would be waiting outside a children’s centre for a
father who would be away for at least two days. She dried her hands and looked
through the telephone directory for the Ebenezer Centre.
"Mommy, who is Chad?" asked Shifra, her
eight-year-old daughter who was accompanying her in the car. "Is he
Jewish? How old is he? Do we know him?"
"I am sure he is not Jewish", said
his mother. "He is not Jewish because the Ebenezer Centre is not a Jewish
place and I have no idea how old he is or who he is. I told you about the phone
call."
A young woman was standing by the door
looking this way and that and next to her was a small child, possibly around
two. She stopped the car and the young woman went to the window.
"You have come for Chad?" she
asked. "You are a bit late, you know. We like the children fetched on
time. But I suppose it is a little different
with
Mrs. Gatfield in the Garden
City Hospital
and everything. Give her our best wishes," she said almost bundling the
child into the car and rushing off to whatever appointment she was late for.
"Chad, come Chad," said Shifra
holding out her arms to the child. He had a mass of dark curls and large blue
eyes and his nose was pouring. "Mum, do we have tissues anywhere?"
Absentmindedly her mother handed her
the tissues "Garden City," she
was saying turning the car in the direction of the Hospital. Well we will ask
the mother who we should take the child to.”
But when she gave the name in at the
reception desk she was directed to the major injuries unit and she soon
realised that the
young
woman, Mrs Miriam Gatfield, had had a very serious car accident and was
hovering unconscious between life and death.
She said a few Tehillim beside her
bed and then went to speak to the nurse to find out more details.
"She was brought in late this
morning. We almost thought we had lost her but she has managed to survive for
this long. She didn't have much identification except for her name and address
and the name and phone number of her ex husband.
We
managed to contact him at home. He was very concerned especially for his young
son who was in crèche.
He said that he had to be away for a
couple of days on an important business matter and would get a friend of his to
fetch the child from crèche and look after him for a few days. Are you that
person?
"We are taking him home"
said Tzippora, wondering what on earth her husband would say about an extra
child in the home.
Shifra looked delighted. "He
really likes me, Mom. He has fallen asleep on my lap. But I don't think he is
well. He is very very hot and he is coughing a lot.
For four days, Chad stayed
with them. With the help of the family doctor he was much better and he seemed
to have taken to their home like a duck to water. The children loved him and
seemed delighted to have him. Tzippora had to stop them teaching him brochas,
though. Remember, he was not a Jewish child.
Every day Tzippora visited the
Hospital. Marion Gatfield, though improving, remained unconscious.
Every
day, even twice a day, Tzippora's husband Yaakov phoned Mr. Gatfield's number,
to no avail. He wondered if Edna would have looked after the child as they had.
On the fifth day, Marion opened her eyes. At first she was
confused as to her surroundings but the nurse, constantly on duty, told her
what had happened and that slowly, slowly she would be getting better.
Suddenly her eyes grew wide and
frightened and she burst into tears. "My baby, she sobbed. "What has
happened to my baby? My Chad.
He has been in the Ebenezer crèche. It is only a day centre. I ..I"
Quietly the nurse handed her the card
with Yaakov and Tzippora's address and phone number. "They have Chad" she said. "They
have been looking after them"
"But from where? Who found
them?" She was sobbing freely now. "When are they coming , I must
speak to them"
"Oh here they are right
now," said the nurse turning to the couple who had just walked into the
ward. But Marion
was staring at them her face turning a ghastly white.
"Chad is fine", said
Tzippora reassuring her. He still has a bit of a cold but he is so so much
better. We will bring him to you.
"Thank you", said Marion. "How did he
get to you?"
Tzippora told her the whole story,
realising that Marion
had dissolved into tears.
She continued "We call it
Hashgocha....."
"Protis.." said Marion.
"You are Jewish?" asked
Yakov. "I thought Gatfield.."
Amidst tears the story emerged.
Miriam had been brought up in a frum family but had somehow rebelled and six
years ago had run away with a non-Jew. Recently they had divorced leaving her
alone with her two-year-old son. She had never seen her parents since. Their
names? Yes, she would give the names.
They were in Florida,
far away. Perhaps one day they would forgive her even for the sake of their
grandchild they had never seen, never knew existed. She cried, saying how much
she longed once more to live the life of a Jewish woman.
As they arrived home and greeted Chad with a hug
and a message that his mother would be well, Yakov shut the door of his study.
He had an important phone call to make.
Several hours later he left for the
Airport to fetch two overjoyed and crying parents who had left their home
without delay to meet their grandson and reunite with their daughter.
As they held Chad in their
arms and covered him with kisses they asked again how this miracle had
occurred.
"Hashgocha
Protis", said Yakov. "Hashgocha Protis just from a wrong number on a
cellular phone."
JEWISH STORIES
INDEX
The Neighbour
Guest for the Seder
My Very Extra Special Son
Spread the Miracle Outwards
Spread the Miracle Outwards
Mrs. Burris
Who has Influenced my Child?
A
Second Chance
David’s Strange Behaviour
When Will Things Change?
I Don’t Feel I Belong Here
The Debt
Was it Just a Dream?
One Turn Towards HaShem
One Turn Towards HaShem
Real Festive Lights
A Very Special Barmitzvah
Chad
Making Up
Sholoch Monos finds a Jewish Soul
The House on the Hill
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