I live across the street from a synagogue, and there are days when I can’t find anywhere to park—I drive around for 10 whole minutes looking sometimes! It’s ridiculous! I mean, it’s true the synagogue was here first, but sometimes the streets are simply too full. So I write notes, short messages, letting them know to park elsewhere. I put them on cars. And now they are crying ‘hate crime’! Imagine that! I mean, I love Israel just as any true American patriot would! And just last week I bought flowers from a colored boy on the street—he was one of the good ones, such a nice young man. So to say ‘hate crime’ is just ridiculous! I don’t know what those people think, but somehow I’d like to reclaim my street!
Friday Fictioneers: 100 word stories inspired by a photo that Rochelle Wisoff Fields posts every week. This week’s photo courtesy of Roger Bultot.