Sara is in the 12th grade at Bais Yaakov High School and so this will be her last year to participate in Keren Or. This year she contributed, poetry, prose, and photography.
PROSE - 2010
Grades 7 - 9
First Place - Eliza Skoler
Second Place - Hannah Bernstein
Third Place - Lana Rubinstein
Grades 10 - 12
First Place - Nicole Zelickson
Second Place - By Asher Mintzer
Prose, Grades 10 - 12: Third Place
Mama Says the Fog is Quiet - Sara Aizman
Mama says the fog is quiet. I guess she’s right, ‘cause I don’t hear anything but our tires rolling on the pavement. Rolling and rolling, carrying us along an almost empty stretch of farmlands and dirt roads. It was a bit rainy when we left, but now, in the car, there is only the thick, still fog. It is as though we were put into a bowl of creamy soup. Whenever we change our elevation -- either going up a hill or down one -- the density changes. Never does it go away, though. I thought it might leave once we got into the city, but it didn’t.
As we drive there is silence around us, probably because of what my mama said -- the fog is quiet. But there were no other sounds. We are far out in the country and there is no radio to listen to. Well, I suppose we could turn on the radio but it would sound like the crackling of a camp fire on a summer’s night. Anyway, I can’t hear any birds, or cows, or anything. I can’t hear the fog either -- but that is expected.
I was dozing off in the passenger seat when my mama said that one of her favorite trees was up ahead. I looked over the dashboard and pointed to a somewhat whimsical tree. She nodded. Yup. That was it. Among all of the trees growing on the plains, I picked out my mama’s favorite. This wasn’t my mama’s first time on that road. It wasn’t mine either, but I usually fell asleep long before we reached her favorite familiar sight on the long journey home. Proud of myself for pointing out my mama’s favorite tree, I began dozing off again. Just as I was falling asleep, my mama called out to me and tapped on her window, pointing to a shed made of brick. She said that it is her favorite little shed. So I simply said that one day I would get it for her.