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Breaking the Rule

When the milk, I thirsted for, stopped spurting down my gullet, the thought came to me that there must be a better way than sucking a teat or a nipple. My search for shortcuts and more effective ways of getting what I wanted, had begun, and continues to this day.

After walking down the steep hill, into the Tzofim Valley, Shaul and I discussed the world situation, while sitting at a grey limestone picnic table in the shade of a copse of pine trees.

I pondered the possibility of finding a shortcut, by which I’d reach home quickly and avoid the terrifying hill.

Looking up from our picnic place I caught sight of a steep, but short sandy path, leading to an apartment block. This meant roads and buses. That would be my short cut.

Suddenly Etti’s words echoed in my head, “don’t use the buses''. What was I to do? I persuaded myself that my wife would make an exception this time, taking into account how tired I was and the urgency for me to reach home and do the cleaning chores she had given me.

I didn’t save time; the climb out of the valley to the bus stop was more strenuous than I’d anticipated. One hour and fifteen minutes passed before I reached home.

Not only was my shortcut long, I now had a terrible secret to hide from my wife and I was nearly plastered over the floor of the bus.

Being absorbed in studying timetables on my smartphone, while waiting for the bus, I didn’t hear the approach of the long dark green shape, until it’s doors banged open in my face. I flew in, like a canary returning to its nest. The monster growled, pulled off with a jerk, and I found myself careening like a fireball, down the passage between the seats.

Thank God a yellow pole, providentially situated, broke my progress.

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