False Dichotomies

False Dichotomies is proud to present ‘the daily story’, a new project of instinctively written short stories. We welcome contributions from near to far, in every language. We just ask that a translation be provided. I have written the first story below, and look forward to receiving your contributions. Shout outs to Hagay Hacohen for the idea. One love.

On Gaza Street the testosterone flowed like blood as the bus-driver squared off with the man-who-was-too-late. The man-who-was-too-late, wearing jeans, t-shirt and a kippah, tip-toed up to the driver’s window as the bus stood in traffic. Every pedestrian stopped and gawked, the potential excitement of a puch-up too great to miss. The conversation was inaudible, but their deliberate gesticulations spoke volumes, like the melodramatic dances of some Broadway musical. We thought – we hoped – that the-man-who-was-too-late would punch the driver. Instead, he lolled away, disappearing from view behind the bus, another Yerushalmi on the edge, on the day I left the city.