Samloyal23
Adventurer
A recent addition to my story featuring the idea of damage to space/time...
Part XVIV, Mrs. Blaustein
A fastidious housekeeper, Mrs. Blaustein normally kept strict kosher, but she had one weakness, a cinnamon bun she could only get at the mall. It was a guilty pleasure, especially since it did not fulfill the standards of kashrut she had grown up with as an Orthodox Jew. The aroma though, was too powerful for her to resist. Her rabbi would be terse with her if he knew where she was buying it, even though technically it was not treyf, merely not from a properly certified kosher restaurant. She had succumbed once to the sweet smell and now was addicted. Carefully looking around to make sure no one she knew saw her do it, she purchased the delectable dessert along with a cup of coffee and started to look for a place to sit in the food court.
Then a curious thing happened. Everything around her went dead silent. As she looked around, everyone was frozen in place, silent, immobile. Disturbed, frightened, Mrs. Blaustein checked herself for anything out of place, but she was dressed modestly and there was no reason for her appearance to startle anyone. She took a gingerly step forward. Everything returned to normal, time flowed as usual. The noise and activity of the mall returned to normal. Curious, she stepped back. Everything froze. She looked around and realized she had discovered something that should be impossible. “Oy gevalt!” she squealed and quickly took a seat. No one seemed to have noticed what had happened, everything looked normal. She gingerly took a few small bites of her cinnamon bun but thought about what had just happened to her and threw her cinnamon bun away, pledging to be better than ever at keeping kosher...
Part XVIV, Mrs. Blaustein
A fastidious housekeeper, Mrs. Blaustein normally kept strict kosher, but she had one weakness, a cinnamon bun she could only get at the mall. It was a guilty pleasure, especially since it did not fulfill the standards of kashrut she had grown up with as an Orthodox Jew. The aroma though, was too powerful for her to resist. Her rabbi would be terse with her if he knew where she was buying it, even though technically it was not treyf, merely not from a properly certified kosher restaurant. She had succumbed once to the sweet smell and now was addicted. Carefully looking around to make sure no one she knew saw her do it, she purchased the delectable dessert along with a cup of coffee and started to look for a place to sit in the food court.
Then a curious thing happened. Everything around her went dead silent. As she looked around, everyone was frozen in place, silent, immobile. Disturbed, frightened, Mrs. Blaustein checked herself for anything out of place, but she was dressed modestly and there was no reason for her appearance to startle anyone. She took a gingerly step forward. Everything returned to normal, time flowed as usual. The noise and activity of the mall returned to normal. Curious, she stepped back. Everything froze. She looked around and realized she had discovered something that should be impossible. “Oy gevalt!” she squealed and quickly took a seat. No one seemed to have noticed what had happened, everything looked normal. She gingerly took a few small bites of her cinnamon bun but thought about what had just happened to her and threw her cinnamon bun away, pledging to be better than ever at keeping kosher...