Sinai was a ladder. Moses wore his painter’s whites, brushes stuck in every loop. He painted Heaven like a billboard for Camel unfiltered cigarettes.

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Sinai was a ladder. Moses wore his painter’s whites, brushes stuck in every loop. He painted Heaven like a billboard for Camel unfiltered cigarettes. Moses carried a knife in his left pocket and a small sample of Uba Tooba granite, black and sparkly as night, in his right. Mrs. Moses had designed a fabulous kitchen.

They stood at the bottom of Sinai, the mountain encased in ice. It was the coldest day in hundreds of years. Moses climbed up. Mrs. Moses shook in her boots. Avalanches on Sinai were as common as mirages in the desert.

After a long delay, Moses came slaloming down. At bottom, he threw a spray of snow that Israelis could see in Tel Aviv thousands of years later. However, mistaking the display for Gazan rockets, they missed their chance to seize the frieze of holiness.


Work by Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois appears in magazines worldwide. Nominated for numerous prizes, he was awarded the 2017 Booranga Centre (Australia) Fiction Prize. His novel, Two-Headed Dog, based on his work as a psychologist in a state hospital, is available for Kindle and as a print edition. His poetry collection, THE ARREST OF MR. KISSY FACE, published in March 2019 by Pski’s Porch Publications, is available here. Visit his Website  to read more of his poetry and flash fiction.


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