The Dybbuk in the Café, by Mark Tulin – Friday Flash Fiction

The Dybbuk in the Café, by Mark Tulin – Friday Flash Fiction
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The Dybbuk in the Café, by Mark Tulin
15/1/2019
 
“Oh no,’” I muttered to Shara, “It’s him, again.”

He was walking his German Pinscher along Market Street when he spotted us at the cafe´. I wasn’t sure if I should stay or leave. I knew in my heart that he was a dybbuk with no uncertainty. But Shara didn’t think so.

“He’s just a misguided soul who needs to be loved and respected,” she once told me.

I adore Shara, but sometimes she is too kind for her own good. She often takes in strays and believes that everyone needs a friend no matter how damaged or deranged they might be.

Poor Shara, I thought. She doesn’t know how much havoc that man has caused and will cause if given the opportunity.

I put on my dark sunglasses to block the penetration of his evil eye as the two of them talked. I didn’t say a word, just felt the man’s evil spirit, as thick as a dark fog rolling in from the Pacific.

I kept thinking what I could do to protect Shara short of grabbing her arm and removing her from the cafe´. Instead, I held tightly to my Hand of Miriam medallion and kept thinking that we should burn some sage as soon as we get home.